A few days before Christmas in 2005, I lost someone very special to me.
A couple of months before he passed away, he told me that if anything should happen, he would want me to move on but never forget.
I have kept that promise.
To my dearest J,
Happy Birthday, Jason!
I will never forget. I miss you. You will always be someone I no longer talk about, but still think about. I know you're watching over me. I love you, always.
“You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”
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