Lori Roberts (@hikingforthescaredycat)

2 weeks ago

Month nine. I long for the day when I won’t hear the tick tick and the loud bang as clock in slow motion turns to the eighteenth. The worst day of my life. This was Blue Lake a few October’s ago. We drove through the US to hike Blue Lake to see the golden Larch trees. It was quite special so much so we’d make the trip two more times bringing new friends each visit. It was cold that day on a snowy, icy trail so Ron lent me his toque. It’s gotten a little easier and I feel the shift, the push to move forward. I know I could very well take a step back in grief time and I’m sorry if you can’t understand just how painful this is. Just know how much it helps being raw & real. In this moment, even with tears touching my cheeks I know I’ll get through this. I just don’t know when. I appreciate the friends that have stuck by and sorry to see some go. One day we will all have to go through this and for me writing has been a safe way to express my pain. #misshim #mrdreamy

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