The pain is indescribable, the desperate feeling of wanting something so bad and knowing that it will never be again in this lifetime. The problem that you can’t fix.
The pain grips me tight as I come out of a daydream and my reality sets in ~ they are not here, they are in Heaven.
The pain of isolation ~ even when you are surrounded by people who love you and care, grief is still very isolating.
The pain and sadness I feel for Alice as I watch her grow ~ she will only know her sisters through photos and stories.
The pain and exhaustion that waves over me as I watch the first leaf prematurely fall to the ground in front of their tree ~ It’s almost that time of year again.
I miss my girls so much.