Just want to extend on my Tumblr that the saying that goes “it gets easier with time,”… I don’t know about that hey.
The sting is still there, but maybe not as loud as before.
It’s like sand running through your hands.
She was alive…
…Then she wasn’t.
Followed by my friend’s father.
Then my work colleague.
Death was on a roll that’s for sure.
I think I don’t want to admit that it does get better with time.
Maybe because feeling the pain is evidence that it was real.
Her being with us, being with me.
But eventually there’s going to come a time when I will question whether this pain makes sense any more.
Or if it’s denying me the joy I could be experiencing right now.
But not right now.
PS: But one day I will. Life is too short to be living in the past.