Happy St. Patty's Day!

Time After Time...

Years roll on and the hole in my heart scabs over. It never quite heals, but it hurts less. It's not a scare. It is an open wound. A gaping space where some of my capacity for feeling used to be.

Sometimes I still can't believe you aren't here. I carry your memory close. Your laugh, your smile, and the feel of your hand holding mine. All of it stays fresh in my minds eye. I love you. I miss you. I wish I could have stopped you from launching our lives in this trajectory...