Everyday Uncommon

I just lost one of “my people” and by God, do I feel it.

I lost the most important one.

This is the drawback of having so few you love and trust. When they leave, you’re left with a hole that feels bottomless.

For now,  I will cope as best I can. As he would have expected of me: strong and stoic for my family. I wake up in the morning and get my ugly cry done then move on to the next item on my list.

I suppose the pain of the loss equals the quality and quantity of the love. If so, then I’m in for a long, torturous era of grief.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s