Each day, you seem a little further away...a little less real ...a little more like a dream I imagined in the depths of my heart ...
You were a man, with flaws and imperfections like all of us
with secrets and sorrows and shame
and yet you were also kind and caring and gentle ...and loved
I still miss you every day...
My heart breaks a little when I read this, Deb. I wish I could do more than express how sorry I am that Paul passed away way too soon. I know that loving someone means heartbreak later--but also great joy. Still, the heaviness of grief can seem almost unbearable in my experience. I am thinking of you, my friend. Much love.
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