As Time Goes By
Two years have gone by. Where did the days and nights go? "Time heals all wounds" they said. They were wrong. The gaping hole in my heart remains; the pain is as excruciating today as it was the day you left us.
"He is no longer in pain." "He is in a better place." "He's rejoicing in heaven." Blah. Blah. Blah. Yes, I hear you. Yes, I know these things are true. But, they don't help with the pain--my pain.
So what do I do? Cry? No. Laugh? Not really. Write? Well, I'm here now. I guess I can give it a try.
I want to talk about it. I want to talk about him. I want to talk TO him. I miss him. I miss his smile and his laughter. I miss his ability to pick a fight. I miss the way he could be so aggravating and turn around and be disgustingly sweet.
He was so smart. He lived his life at 150% whether you liked it or not. And, mostly by the time you figured out what he was doing, you got over it or you liked it.
Here ends Part 1
