This year has been a time of lessons. Hard lessons. Lessons in leaving. Lessons in what it means to be a family. Lessons in loss. Lessons in strength.
And a lesson in anger and mourning and heartbreak, again.
One more down, one more to go.
As the clock ticks ever onward to another loss, another leaving – my heart breaks all over again. I don’t know how to bear this.
I don’t know how to forgive this. This being the one left behind. This loss of an entirety. This complete responsibility for another.
I don’t know how to be this.
And I don’t think I can ever forgive this.
Not that it matters. Life goes on. Life moves on. Stuck here in this pain, or there, in that joy.
I do not wish this on my worst enemy.
This loss. This profound emptiness. This raw hurt.
I don’t know how to heal from this.
And I really hope I can forgive this. Not for them. They are gone. Whether I can bear that or not. They are all gone, or going.
For me. Because this hurts more than I can ever tell anyone. Because of who I am. And what they are to me.
Another one down, one more to go.
And then we will see.