patchworked

some grief

it's an interesting thing being somewhat removed from the loss of one you loved.

as days go on you slowly get through it, or get over it i suppose. but even so things that you miss will keep coming up, and this will always happen i assume.

the way they smelled, the feel of them next to you, the way they would get you up and moving, how they looked at you, and on and on.

the things that i miss are quite long, and they will always be a part of me.

i'll always think of those that i lost, at least in some way every so often ... because that's a way that my mind works.

thanks for being by my side.