I'M TRYING
I do the best I can -
I get out of bed every day -
Not as quickly any more -
And, never in a carefree way -
But, I'm trying...
I'm trying to do a lot of things -
understand the whys -
forget the what-ifs -
forgive the should haves.
I put a smile on my face -
I put one foot in front of another -
I make plans -
I stay busy -
Always trying...
There is so much to figure out -
Who am I without you?
What would you want me to do?
Am I making you proud?
Am I making you proud?
No amount of trying answers those questions.
I move forward -
I've never been me without you -
I want to touch others the way you touched me -
I want to feel free to be happy -
Oh, how I am trying...
I think about you constantly -
wonder what you would want -
Do you want me there?
Do you want me here?
I try to answer these without your voice.
I get up - I try to smile -
I think of you - still trying to smile -
I go to bed alone - trying not to cry -
All this trying is exhausting...
Please know that I am trying..
And in return, I need you to try to, too...
Try to send me signs...
And, try to remember my face
and be there to welcome me home.
This could have been written by me. All so familiar and sad.
ReplyDeleteHave you had any signs? I ask for them, look for them, but have not experienced any signs at all.
Too sad...
ReplyDeleteI have had signs. My most comforting sign is my digital picture frame. About two months after Tash died, it started coming on by itself. It never comes on until after I get up - sometimes, not until late afternoon and it is never on when I return home from trips. It comes on when I am sitting on the sofa - whatever time that is. It is a picture frame that the funeral home gave us - with all of Tash's pictures on it. There have been others - all unexplainable. And, I have been blessed with two "visits" - you?
Thanks for reading -
T