Learning to Walk Again
The death of a beloved is an amputation. -C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Losing you feels like losing an essential piece of myself. The pain is both emotional and physical. I ache for you. For the piece of myself that lives in heaven.
I'll never stop missing you. Eventually I'll learn to walk with only one leg- but I'll always be aware of its absence. Some days will be easier to walk than others.
I'll learn to walk again one day. But sometimes I'll forget how. I'll keep going, fighting, with just one leg.
I love you, sweet peanut.