People you love, that you lose. It never gets easier. Every so often, I dream about him, or I talk to someone about him, and I miss him, still. I know it is a stupid thing to say, an obvious thing, but I wish he had never died. I still get sad. Almost 3 years later now, and I still get sad when I think of him, when I think of the funeral, of the burial.
No point to this, other than to just mention that I'm thinking of you, W. Miss you.
3 comments:
*HUG* He must have been a really good friend.
*great big hug* I'm sorry you've lost someone, hon.
*HUGS*
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