In the darkness we sit. Clenching onto an item that was once hers. Looking around the room you see if she’s near. Listening, grasping and hoping for a moment to know she’s close.
As days pass the pain from the sorrow starts to grow. I’m unsure how to handle this as I’ve never done this before. A mother is not suppose to bury her child. A father should be able to walk his daughter down the aisle for her wedding day. Graduation sounds will never resound. Her day is gone. Her memories are all that exist.
My mind gets lost in the turmoil of that day on June 24. What really happened? What made her do this?
The pain within me is strong as I long to hold her once again. You never know which day will be their last day. A child could die on a journey to the beach or a visit to grandma’s house. In the blink of an eye your lives could be turned upside down.