"Your absence has gone through me like a thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its colour." ~W.S.Merwin
Its been 9 months and 4 days since you moved on. "Since you died, or passed away" still makes my heart sink until I feel like I'll choke...moving on is better. Less brutal.
I've thought about you every single day since then. Countless times... every single day. I have stopped talking to people about you that much, yes. Only to start talking about you to myself that much more.
Some nights when your memories pay me a visit and controlling my urge to cry becomes unbearable, I take out your copy of "Far from the Madding crowd" which you had given me ages ago...and a quiet sense of peace engulfs me.
I know you are in a better place.
And I cant wait to meet you Papa.
Its been 9 months and 4 days since you moved on. "Since you died, or passed away" still makes my heart sink until I feel like I'll choke...moving on is better. Less brutal.
I've thought about you every single day since then. Countless times... every single day. I have stopped talking to people about you that much, yes. Only to start talking about you to myself that much more.
Some nights when your memories pay me a visit and controlling my urge to cry becomes unbearable, I take out your copy of "Far from the Madding crowd" which you had given me ages ago...and a quiet sense of peace engulfs me.
I know you are in a better place.
And I cant wait to meet you Papa.
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