I have not allowed myself the chance to mourn a loss and when I do that my sadness creeps up in intense bursts. More than anything he was my best friend and that is not something I can replicate with anybody else. There are times I miss him terribly but, like anyone else, I can’t un-love him. Maybe I’ve shoved these feelings so far away that they’ve lessened in intensity and become inaccessible, except for those times they come in bursts. It takes a long time to know someone to the extent you can anticipate each other’s vulnerabilities and be there to grasp the other’s hand and be reassuring. That is one of the things that feels like home. And makes me homesick because I don’t have it anymore.
I miss you too Tiny Terd.
Aww, I am always missing you! When can we hold hands again?