After 28 years, this day still knocks
the wind out of me.
More than a quarter
century. Just shy
of three decades. I look for you
in each fresh start.
Would you still accept
me after all the near misses and messes
I’ve gotten into? The slowly revolving
mop ups? Would you still
believe in being
a work in progress? Would you
give me another chance? I can hear
your voice as clearly as when
you were alive: Yes.
4 thoughts on “May 20, 2013”
It is over thirty years since my daughter died (not quite two years old) and it was yesterday. The crippling grief has gone, for the most part. Writing has brought much healing. Yet, she will always be with me.
Oh, I am so sorry for such a tragic loss. It is amazing how the writing brings on healing. Thanks for sharing your story. It is so nice to connect with other writers. Take care.
Very powerful. That date still knocks the day out of me, too.
Still knocks the wind (not day) out of me, too.