Happy Birthday Mark. Today you would have been 52. But you are forever 49.
We miss you – all of us. We all miss you so incredibly much.
The immediate, can’t breathe, don’t know how to function pain has lessened, but the sudden can’t breathe, forgot he was dead for a moment but OMG he really is, hits me more often.
The grief storms are much shorter now.
Triggers that take me back to the moment keep me there for a day or two, instead of a week or two or three.
The moments of “I want to tell Mark…” that sucker punch me in the gut send me in a grief storm that lasts for an hour or two at most.
The grief is changing.
I’ll never *get over* losing you.
I’ll never *move on* from you.
But I will move forward.
I will grow. The pain of losing you becoming part of me. I will be the tree that grows around the object.
And I will thrive, despite? because of? the pain that your loss caused.
You are forever a part of me.
Happy Birthday my Love.