These days I mourn having quiet moments to myself. Because in these moments, when the world is quiet and I’m left to my mind, my thoughts drift to the loss. Daisy’s birthday is on Sunday and I so mourn. Every quiet moment my mind goes to this fact, drifting to the profound loss and grief I suffer. The pain is intense and I resent having to feel it. I resent that Daisy isn’t here. I resent that she was killed, so violently. I miss her and I resent that there was a beautiful life she never got to fulfill.
In these quiet moments, I ache with tremendous grief and loss. I mourn my sweet Daisy May.
Intense.
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