Sunday, January 11, 2009

Tomorrow's the day.
We took pink flowers to her grave Friday, Maggie's birthday.
Can't pretend it doesn't hurt, that I am not thinking of her, missing her.
Moody, crying, eating too much, drinking too much, laughing too loud.
My throat hurts, my chest aches, parts of my body are numb.
Deep breaths don't seem to be making it all the way in.
I hold my breath, afraid I'll scream with every exhale.
Another day or two.
Grief will fade to the background.
I know it.


ginstonic said...

I love you.

WanderingGirl said...

You are one tough cookie.


Huff Daddy said...

I wish I knew what to say...

The CEO said...

Your love and annual return to grieve gives significance and meaning to Maggie. It's a loving thing you do, and I hold you in high esteem for it.