I miss the feeling of us.
I miss the sharing of everything…
The epiphanies, the sorrow, the knowledge, the funny stories, the joys, the successes of my kids who I allowed to adore you, the adventures I’m having, the unfathomable incomprehensible tragedy that happened to a close friend and how you should be sending prayers her way, and the all lessons of life these days… all of it!
Now, it all sits behind a wall.
Lingering, retreating into withdrawal…
It’s hard to accept these everythings will never come out at all.