One month ago
Posted By: Kelly
Date: Tuesday, 24 June 2003, at 7:27 p.m.
Time seemed to be moving so slowly during the loneliness of the last four weeks without Lily May. And yet here it is a month later. I can't believe that I haven't touched her beautiful soft fur or kissed her face for so long. The long hours at work are almost unbearable. And yet I do bear them. What else can I do? I try to talk about her to my family but when I start crying they stop talking. They want her to be gone, no longer a part of our lives. Remember the happy times they say but they don't want to remember her at all. I do remember the happy moments with Lily but it is too soon to have forgotten the way she died. Today I visited our favorite park in the city. I thought it would be too painful, but it wasn't. In the corner where I used to park my truck there was a wild rose climbing up the fence covered with beautiful yellow roses, roses of remembrance, my favorite colour. I felt, at the time, that it could be a message from Lily telling me it would be alright to stop grieving and start remembering the happy times we spent to-gether in that park. But tonight, at home, I feel very sad again.
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