it's fall, again, and I miss you. 🤍
As the year 3 mark approaches – I find myself in a quiet and melancholy place. Year one was shock and horror, people, appointments with the DA – almost a blur. I learned how to listen to books to put me to sleep – as I couldn’t read, and I am still struggling to finish one book the old fashioned way, although I’ve started many. Brain fog, disbelief, searching, what-ifs. It was a year of people not knowing what to do with us, of mountains of tears and extreme emotions. Of anger and profound sadness. A year where food lost its flavor and coffee became all that tasted good. I avoided people, places, and questions. It was a year that I couldn’t talk about him without crying, where I dreaded any kind of get together because of the questions that were asked and because of the reality of the lives we were living. I said no. I know it hurt people’s feelings, but how could they possibly understand how a wedding or a graduation party ripped our heart...