I’ve lost my parents. Dad was 41, I was 8. Mom was 91, I was 56. She had Alzheimer’s, and I was her sole caregiver for the last two years of her life. I watched, experienced, her decline, daily, by the moment. I miss her, and her parents, he at 88, in 1985, she in 1988 at 88y/o. My oldest sister, Mary, at 60. I was 45.

The death of loved ones is inevitable. (I just had to stop and cry, a little…)

The pain, the missing them, hurts. It never goes away. You learn to live with it. You go on, because that’s what they would want you to do. It’s what they did. It’s what we all do. The tears are flowing, right now…

You have a cry, your tribute to them. You dry your eyes and go on, trying to make them proud of you…

Gotta blow my nose…

You learn to put the pain aside, put it in a box.

Sometimes, (right now for me), something lets it out and you pay tribute, again.

It’s ok. It’s life…

You’re going to be fine.

You’re going to hurt like hell.

You’ll incorporate it into your heart.

As time goes by, it will become easier to live with, because they would never want you to give up.(wow. Crying some more 😭)

You will, with time, be okay.

Gotta put mine back in the box, again…

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