It was three years ago today when I last saw your face...three years since I felt your skin and held your cold, lifeless body in my arms.
Tash, I'm trying so hard to keep going. Some days, I think I'm making progress. But, other days, I'm just not so sure. I just keep trying new things - staying so busy - always trying to outrun the grief. But, I know that's not possible - but, it doesn't stop me from trying.
I still don't understand why you left me - why you didn't fight just a little harder ...a little longer...You said 2012 was going to be your year. I just don't understand. Your transplant could have come...you were eleven more work days from graduation...it was going to be your year....
And, then like a puff of smoke, it was all gone....in the time it took for your heart to stop, it all ended...your hopes, goals, and dreams...and my life.
I'll try again tomorrow...
NAMASTE...
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