I have begun to whisper, softly at first, then a bit louder so that I appear to be talking to myself. And I am indeed, although it doesn't feel like that to me.
The crowd has gone and I am now left with the solitude. As I go about the daily act of living, everything has changed. Yet, I don't actually see the change because I whisper to him all the time. He is there, in a faint outline sitting in his chair, in a feeling I get as I walk through the home we shared, in responses to my musings as I go through the day.
Conversations continue and they don't seem to be one-sided. I can hear, in my mind, his comments, observations, and repartees because we knew each other so well. I wouldn't mind if this occurrence continued forever. It brings comfort to a very broken heart.
His presence is very powerful right now. It may dissipate somewhat in time but our connection is....was so strong, I know he'll always be there, by my side, whispering in my ear as I whisper back.
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Friday, June 30, 2017
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Your connection was strong and it still is. He is alive in your memories. I hope you hear him whispering to you forever. I'm so very sorry for your loss. May his memory be for a blessing.ReplyDelete