Seven
The number of months since Ryan died.
Seven.
I still don't know how this is possible. I'm having a harder time today accepting it, although my acceptance of it doesn't change the fact that he's not here.
I want to throw a kicking-and-screaming tantrum at the absurdity of all of this.
Doesn't matter, though. He'll still never, ever coming back to me.
Seven.
I still don't know how this is possible. I'm having a harder time today accepting it, although my acceptance of it doesn't change the fact that he's not here.
I want to throw a kicking-and-screaming tantrum at the absurdity of all of this.
Doesn't matter, though. He'll still never, ever coming back to me.
posted by Sherry @ 3/11/2006 08:59:00 PM
2 Comments:
At March 12, 2006 5:17 PM,
msfitzita said…
It's still absurd at 12 months. I think it will always be absurd and we'll always want to kick and scream at the unfairness and cruelty of it all.
Thank goodness we have each other and, after Lent, copious amounts of chocolate.
((((((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))))))) - I wish I could do more....
At March 13, 2006 10:14 AM,
kate said…
Sending you lots of (((((((hugs))))))
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