I realized it today.
I’m living again.
I said it out loud.
Those first ten years,
(give or take a few),
didn’t really exist.
They were taken,
stolen by…..death.
“The Death” was its own entity,
It had a life of its own.
I was alive….through death.
Slowly….ever so slowly….
I have awakened.
I no longer live my life through his death.
I refound his life.
I refound my breath.
love this & congratulations to you to be ALIVE. I often think of the engraving on the bench next to my brother’s grave: Be free. And for a while after he first died, I’d think of it to remind *myself* to “be free” to live and laugh again.
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this is beautifully written. i love it. ❤
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Beautifully written. Sometimes I think I’m still trying to refind my breath…it’s a life-defining moment to lose a child. I’m so sorry for your loss.
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