460 days

You take care of you, you hear? I miss you. I Love You, Dear.

::sighs::

Thinking of you today as yet another we know departs this world.

I’ve learned…well…better to just sit with it. Let the salt water tears wash over me. Time softens. Makes manageable. Some days I am glad for not having that raw grief in my heart. Other days, I never want to lose that feeling.
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this too shall pass

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