I'm still surprised at myself for writing on the web where anyone can read this. I'm not publicizing this blog, but someone will stumble upon it. I'm not writing for sympathy or advice. I'm writing for my own sanity. I'm writing so there is an outlet for all my pain, and maybe by giving that pain a voice, I can find a way to live with it.
Each day is difficult. The tears come every day; not just tears, but uncontrolled hysteria. And when it finally dies down, there is no resolution or acceptance.
There is nobody to be angry at. There is no one to blame. There is no comfort yet in memories, in religion, in each new sunrise. Each day is a reminder of my loss.
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