579 days, that’s how long I’ve been trying to come to terms with this loss and failing every day. Some days I grieve for the life you’ll never have, but deserved so much. Some days I grieve for future we’ll never share. Then there are days I grieve for the family we were meant to be. Oh Simon, it’s so hard.
How does one ever describe the constant ache? The breath that stays stuck in your chest? Tears that never seem to stop? The guilt of living that never goes away? A simple OK hides so much. At what point are you allowed to give up and just not face the world?
Note: posted on FB
Letters to Simon 