I have given this a lot of thought. It reminds me of "who would you sit next on a park bench for an hour?". My answer to that and your five minutes would always automatically be the same. Dad. My precious daddy. Now, though, I couldn't bear it. To see him, to touch him, to smell him and then lose him again. That aching moment of loss returned.
I understand that completely. Love and grief often live in the same breath. Sometimes what protects us is the very thing that aches the most. Thank you for sitting with that thought for a while and sharing it here.
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I have given this a lot of thought. It reminds me of "who would you sit next on a park bench for an hour?". My answer to that and your five minutes would always automatically be the same. Dad. My precious daddy. Now, though, I couldn't bear it. To see him, to touch him, to smell him and then lose him again. That aching moment of loss returned.
I understand that completely. Love and grief often live in the same breath. Sometimes what protects us is the very thing that aches the most. Thank you for sitting with that thought for a while and sharing it here.