Loss

Never Stray Far

“Missing you will Never be easy, get easier, or dim the physical loss. We have lived longer without you than with you. But for you…we survive.”

The hurt is continual, waiting for change. A difference to what already has been proven over a wasteland of time. “Keep your chin up,” he told me. “Everything will be alright.” And now, he is gone, as I wade in the aftermath of what was left behind. Why must another’s neglect to possibilities affect one after so…

May His

The Best and Worst advice

“Keep your chin up.” It was a hollow expression. I needed more from my dad. They brought me, absolutely, no comfort. Those same words today, I desperately crave from him. I find myself picking up the phone just to hear his voice. A boisterous sound that has now, sadly, gone silent in my head. My father…