When I Lost You, I Lost Myself
I miss our walks. I miss you drinking the dregs of my coffee. I miss you telling the cats off! I even miss you following me into the bathroom.
When I lost you, I lost a part of me. I liked the person I was when you were here. ❤️🩹
We were active together, you were my reason to get out of the house some days. You were my purpose to get up in the morning. You were my connection to a big group of people.
And now that is gone…
But there is hope….
Slowly, we pick ourselves up. Dust ourselves off. We carry on. Some days are harder than others.
I am grateful for those I can share your story with, keep your memories alive. When people remember your name, it lights up my face.
You know I loved you deeply and I know I was deeply loved in return.
Can you relate?