When Death is an Amputation
It was only when I started feeling very much alone and you were no longer there that I realized your death is likened to an amputation. You were such a vital part of who I became that without you I have lost part of my identity.
I never knew I would feel incapacitated, diminished, and lost without you. The only way to recover was to learn new ways of looking at and doing things differently. How do I go on living without falling back to the old ways?
It was never the same when you died. Yet, life was not hopeless. It became a challenge and a hope to reclaim the person that I am now apart from the dwindling memory of who I was. Slowly, that person died in the past and interred in the ground with you. All I have are memories.
I never knew I would feel incapacitated, diminished, and lost without you. The only way to recover was to learn new ways of looking at and doing things differently. How do I go on living without falling back to the old ways?
It was never the same when you died. Yet, life was not hopeless. It became a challenge and a hope to reclaim the person that I am now apart from the dwindling memory of who I was. Slowly, that person died in the past and interred in the ground with you. All I have are memories.