That day, I wondered what it would be like when a whole year had passed. Would it still hurt as bad? Would it still make me cry? I wanted release from the pain, but at the same time I feared it: if the hurt faded, would the memories fade too?
I'm not free yet; it still hurts with killer pain sometimes. The memories still have a bitter edge that I have to get through before I can reach the sweet, but I'm relieved that they're still strong.
I still miss you!
beautiful photo and post.. Lifting ya up to Jesus
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