I feel so alone. People I loved have abandoned me… Have I changed that much? I know I am a different person… to deny that would be to deny the hell that I have lived the last 29 months.
Year three of grief is so much harder than year one and two. I’m tired and I am physically achy and the ache to see my girl is so strong. I miss her so much. I had so much I wanted to teach her and do with her. I feel her absence more now than two years ago or even last month. I feel the memories slipping away… the more tired I get the more forgetful I become.
Will I forget the sound of her voice, her laugh. The fear is enormous. It completely consumes me.