11 years this month.
Suddenly, it tears through my chest.
Today is the anniversary.
~
Flashback to wires and tubes,
To silence as the machines are removed,
To the way you never woke up to say goodbye.
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We've all moved forward like you would want us to.
I leave flowers when I come home to visit.
I speak to the stone like it was you, but it isn't.
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It's gotten easier to manage.
I don't think about you everyday anymore.
But a sudden reminder can bring laughter or tears.
~
Still, I don't have to change the channel
When the Mother's Day commercials start anymore,
So that's progress.
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Catsidhe
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One Unchecked Box
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By Stephen A. Roddewig7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
April 15th, it will be eleven years for us since our son died. We no longer have to turn the channel but we do still think about him every day. Blessings & prayers to you, Cat.
Beautiful. I really loved this part: We've all moved forward like you would want us to. I leave flowers when I come home to visit. I speak to the stone like it was you, but it isn't. I lost my mom 7 years ago and this really touched my heart
I really enjoyed reading that ❤️, and I hope you 'll read my stories and rate me on them because I care about your opinion🥰💝
ah yes, I remember these feelings...they lessen...eventually. It's a nice tribute. 💕💕