Jan 14, 2013 - 11:10 am
No matter how long I live, the rest of my life I will miss her more with each passing day.
It's been over a year since she passed and I have become numb to the heartbreaking pain. It doesn't go away. It sits there like a jagged scar on your heart. Numbed, not healed by time.
Truly, of all that which wreaks havoc on our emotions and senses it must be loneliness from loss that brings the greatest pain.
Even when among friends and family there is always a sense of being out of place. The alone in a crowd thing I suppose.
Fleeting moments of anger, bitterness, resentment, etc., have receded to little, if any, emotional effort now. I don't have the energy. I need all I can get (energy) to maintain my zombie-like routine of "getting by".
I have realized 'tis true...."better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
I have realized the remainder of my voyage will be spent yearning for the touch of her hand and the sound of her voice.