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Five Years
I’m not a fan of the first two weeks of December. To say they are rough would be an understatement. Every year, I work at. I think, I hope and convince myself it will be different, but not yet.
December 9 marks five years. I can’t believe it’s been that long. I certainly can’t imagine what life would be like if that day never happened. That day turned my whole world upside down.
While the pain is always more promoninent in the week leading up to the day, it’s a moment I’ve thought about every day for the last 1,825 days. People say, “Time heals all wounds.” And yes, these days, I don’t always shed a tear at the thought. But sometimes, I replay the day and ask, “What if?”. The sound of an ambulance still leaves me shaking. And the smell of lavendar is still avoided.
Don’t get me wrong, I will never wish to take back a single moment to alleviate the pain… those nine months are worth a lifetime of it. But, after all these years, I’m eternally gratefully to the Back Alley Friends who remember to reach out and hold on just a little tighter than usual.
In loving memory… today and always.
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