For grieving parents
No,it does not get better,it never will.
I think about him 24-7,more now than when he was alive.
My life has no meaning anymore,everything is compared to before and after
Everyday is just a day further away from the last day I saw you.
A parent does not get over this,but somehow they have to get through it.
This is a uncomparable loss,it does not even come close to other losses.
It hollows you out and leaves an empty shell.
The world does not stop,there is no collective pause,lives go on.
But your life comes to a complete stop.
You are forever stuck in that year,month,day,hour.
Things will never be the same again,they can't be.
Because they took a part of you with them.
I think about him 24-7,more now than when he was alive.
My life has no meaning anymore,everything is compared to before and after
Everyday is just a day further away from the last day I saw you.
A parent does not get over this,but somehow they have to get through it.
This is a uncomparable loss,it does not even come close to other losses.
It hollows you out and leaves an empty shell.
The world does not stop,there is no collective pause,lives go on.
But your life comes to a complete stop.
You are forever stuck in that year,month,day,hour.
Things will never be the same again,they can't be.
Because they took a part of you with them.
my little man when he was 2
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