I often feel alone since you have been gone. It seems to be a constant conflict. I cannot replace duplicate create. There’s so much that I wish that I could change. I wish that I was there. I still harvest some of the guilt of not being there. I just really miss you. There are so many things that I want to talk to you about and things that I would love to have your feedback on. Look you in your face and see my reflection in you knowing that there is nothing but love behind our eyes.
Sometimes I sit and
wonder what it would be like to hear your voice. What it is would be lie to truly listen to
your questions in a conversation that make me pull from the inside to solve any
of life’s dilemmas. I would give
anything to have a moment with you right now.
Its ironic how much you want something when you know there is no way
that it is possible. I suppose that is
just instilled in humans. Sometimes I
sit in front of the mirror staring at your image looking back at me hoping to
just hear your voice for a moment. It’s
amazing how much I look like you as I get older. Often in that moment I wish that it was
really you.
I know it has been 2
years but the pain of heartbreak is still on me. I am not crying everyday anymore and I accept
that you are gone but once Grandma died this overwhelming feeling of hurt has
been on me. I can’t really describe it
or really have the words to express it. It
just hurts and sometimes my heart just hurts.
I’m sad. I miss you. I miss grandma. I need to continue to grieve but it just
seems to be a bit much for me. I just
feel like it’s one of those times when crying may not be helpful. Honestly, it all makes me feel kind of crazy
that I am still redefining me after all this time. I suppose you being gone is just not one of
those things that you just get over. I
love you and really want you to be proud of me.
I want you to know that I am trying to be a better person, better woman.
I want you to know that I am tired,
frustrated and often feel very much alone with all my feelings. I feel like you are the only one that would
be able to understand. I miss you daddy.
I love you,
Your Freckled Daughter
2 comments:
My mother has been gone some years now, and I still feel the pain as you do. One thing the seems to help my pain, is remembering my mother saying, as long as someone remembers you, you live on. Remembering that puts a smile on my face when I think of her....
1manview, i often just need to get my feelings out. it has a way of making me feel better and as if he is hearing my thoughts. I feel closer to him when I write. I guess this hurt never goes away huh...
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