Thursday, April 11, 2019

Wasted On Fixing All The Problems That You Made In Your Own Head

The title of this post was taken from the song Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons.

My Dearest Mike,
        
      April 14, 2011. It's almost been eight years. Eight years since I walked up our stairs that last night and turned around as you told me you loved me. Eight years since I came home from work, a pit in my stomach because I already knew something was terribly wrong, and found you in our bed the way I left you that morning. Eight years since everything in my world forever changed. Eight years. The grief, the pain, the soul crushing weight is still here. I still have moments of absolute despair. There are nights that I cry myself to sleep. I've carved out a charming life for myself, but my heart breaks when you aren't here to share these hauntingly beautiful and mad moments. 
        Our three beautiful angels are growing up and have changed so much over the last eight years. Our children have insanely exquisite personalities. I love them fiercely. You would be so proud of them. Even at their worst I know how lucky I am to call them mine. Sebastian will be 20 this year, Tyler will be 18 and Mason 13. How is that even possible?! They were 11, 9 and 4 when you died. I can't think about the all the years they lost with you because I'll go down the rabbit hole of emotions and tonight I don't want to take that journey.


October 2011


October 2018

          Life keeps moving on. Everyday I work hard to find the joy in this journey that has become my own. There are always small reminders of you though. I was looking at pictures of you from high school the other day and seeing your hands brought back a flood of memories. I can remember perfectly what your hand looked like as you held a pencil to draw. I distinctly remember the way you cracked your knuckles and played air drums on your steering wheel. It was an overwhelming moment of images and moments. My grief is never far below the surface. I miss you. What I wouldn't give to hear you tell me it was all okay and that you were proud of all that I've done and become. This week is always extremely difficult, watch over us. We love you dearly. You are always in our conversations and never far from our hearts.

                                                            Love Always and Forever,
                                                                         Mel

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