11 weeks and 6 days
I carried you, like a promise.
I felt you depart.
A sudden awareness of absence.
The wanting and the wishing, all that remains.
A reluctant member of the semi-secret sisterhood of loss.
Your father, like a rock, an anchor to sanity and strength.
Your family all around you.
Barely here, but already gone.
11 thoughts on “The Unbearable Weight of Nothing”
Thank you Shawn
Thank you Dani, I appreciate it.
Really beautiful. I am so sorry…
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A beautiful personal reflection on loss.