Do you see me? Coming and going, laughing and smiling, walking and moving. Do you see me?
Us widows look whole I imagine, amongst the humans of this earth. I almost fool myself that this is living.
Yet living we’re not… We exist and push and collapse and try again and again… we survive.
How long? How long can I survive? How long can I not live? How long?
What does living even look like anymore? Is living as was once familiar, even exist again?
When the dawn arises with rays of a full heart… then, I imagine then, I’ll live again.
[“A life too empty to endure“…Looking for God in the Messy Places by Jake Owensby, page 12]
postscript: I am okay! this is my deep pain seeping out, which relieves the pressure so I do feel better.
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What a beautiful sad post. How little we all know about the process of grief. Wishing you well as you continue your journey. KB
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What a beautiful sad post. How little we all know about the process of grief. Wishing you well as you continue your journey. KB
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Thanks for sharing your deepest pain. I know these days.
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I imagine loss of all sorts empties the being… Big hugs to you😘
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Praying for you as you continue to navigate your “new” normal ❤️
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