Just like WIllie says, Serenity is always on my mind. Not often in a way that I can form words around, just there. And not here.
Triple S and I know that we will always miss our little girl. Kids and life and careers and houses and towns and friends will never change that, will never fill that hole. Nothing will ever make us whole again. We are broken, shattered. We've picked up the pieces, shoved them back together. Now we are trying to sort them out, rearrange ourselves back into some semblance of normalcy. Some pieces were crushed so finely that they cannot be picked up, they cannot be reformed. Those are the pieces, the shards, that we will always miss.
I just hope I don't loose any of the memories I have of her. That is all I have.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
I keep meaning to go back and print out my blog entries to put in William's memory box. Because it feels like those things are fading already, the good parts. The bad parts are burned into my brain forever.
Post a Comment