Grief is like sinking, like being buried.—Lauren Oliver,
~It’s been 859 days since he murdered you.
It’s been a Lifetime.
It’s been a Helltime. It’s been
Darkness & Fog.
It’s been sharp
fingernails and fangs scratching inside my heart.
But I’ve finally gone an entire week without crying, without
going insane, without thinking about your face day in and day out.
I called mom and exclaimed, “I haven’t cried all week!”
And I heard her smile her Mama smile thru the other end of
I go to see you often to ponder, reflect, pray, listen to
your chimes sing your songs.
I seem to always be alone even when I’m not alone.
I listen to Lady Anabellum & Mercy Me. I discovered a
new artist, whom is probably an old artist who you would LOVE Love love named Lincoln Brewster. I play THIS SONG over and over while I sit
next to your marble stone.
Do you miss me?
Because I feel you leaving me, the very scent you, your
breath of sunlight.
Your pink lips are fading
into sapphire sky.
And I haven’t heard you calling my name in the middle of the
I’ve already forgotten your voice.
I think, I truly think when I hear it again; that sweet soft sound of wings.
I shall fall.
Into where you are….
And never return.
–My Sister, Kay, was Murdered by Mike Peterson 859 Days ago. The mourning never Ends. The Love NEVER ends….
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