You’ve even tainted that. Which is damn hard to do because I’m a princess that loves attention.
Each birthday is now a remembrance of how many years it’s been since you and ally surprised me with a cake.
The tears flow freely.
The confusion remains.
How was my love not enough to choose life?
I live. I take steps. This new life of police academy visits, sharing at twhs, and suicide scenes.
“What did you do in the war?”
“Before or after 8.8.12?” Those are very different answers. Very different times.
Priorities have been rearranged.
Pace is slower.
Mercy is no longer a foreign spiritual gift.
Dependence is no longer weakness, it is strength.
House isn’t as clean.
Bank account’s not as fat.
Marriage is stronger.
Vacation more often.
Pain deeper than I ever thought possible. Surely no suffering can be worse than this heartache, can it?
Don’t kid yourself Denise. Things could always be so much worse. Drey knew You. I am blessed.
To hold you. To hear you laugh. To scratch your back.
Learning to live with the pain brings out a strength.
And the strength brings joy.
The joy fades and turns to quiet peace.
Peace that lives alongside the pain.
I have no choice. You took that from me.