I still grieve.
I still think of you.
I still think of those days long gone, the days you were there and not some distant memory. I still miss your scent, your laugh, your heart. I miss your amazingly big hugs that crushed me to you. The smell of lavender and chamomile from your lotion always soothed me. It was my home. My place of comfort.
Sometimes I can’t look at the past with happiness because I can’t look at the future with you there. My heart grieves for you day and night. I know you’re in a better place, but the transition from having you every day to no days is a hard pill to swallow.
Grief will always remain, but will my hope for you to walk through those doors again ever cease?
I look at the couch you used to occupy. The lamp is still where you placed it all those years ago. The couch is in the sam position. Everything changed that day you were called home.
Everything fell apart and my spirit looked for you, but you were no longer there. I still look for you in my grief flooded eyes.
The tears still come while I go through my daily life. I miss you, so so very much and it hurts to think it’s almost been a year.
A year without you is a year too long and I still have a life time to go before perhaps I can meet you again.
God called you home, my mawmaw, and I’m joyful you’re home finally with your King. I miss you though. I miss you so much. Maybe one day we’ll meet again and we’ll be able to hug like we did when you were alive. I pray in Jesus’s name Amen.