Friday, April 4, 2014

One week

I woke up one week ago today holding your hand, your palm warm in mine.

One week ago today I knew you were going but you were still here.

A week ago I knew what was coming but couldn't conceive of what it meant because there was still breath in your body. I had no idea what was coming. I still don't, but that I am emptier every day.

Seven days ago I was someone else. I don't know who I am now. Time will tell.

Your eyes. Your smile. Your touch.

This is not a lesson I want to learn.

(c)2014 Laura S. Packer Creative Commons License

12 comments:

  1. Oh Laura, I'm so sorry you're going through this. Hugs and best wishes your way.

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  2. Ohhhh Laura
    My heart breaks for you, with you... I love you

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  3. My thoughts are with you every day, Laura. I can't imagine... and yet I can sit here at my computer in New York sending you energy for the day ahead, and a prayer for peace tonight. Love, Juliet

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  4. Holding you tight in my heart Laura. How I wish I could take some of the pain for you my friend but sadly, only you can walk this path of grief. Take all the time you need, don't let anyone rush you but please trust me when I say, one day you will laugh again and your memories of Kevin will be filled with nothing but smiles. I know right now it sounds impossible but it will come. Sending you love and light for these dark, dark days. xo

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  5. Sharing your broken heart offers healing to those reading even in the depth of your hurting. Hugging you.

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  6. Oh sweetie, my heart aches for your broken heart. I'm glad you're writing about your feelings of loss, and so beautifully. I wish I could do more to lessen the pain. You are so special and gifted and loved. Don't ever forget that. ((((Hugs)))) and LOVE.

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  7. Laura, You capture so beautifully the frailty of life, of the here and then gone of death, of the inconceivable nature of being here in heartbeats and breaths and awareness and then....not. How can one understand this? its hard to wrap our brains around this inevitable passage. Thank you for your beautiful writing and sharing your journey with us!

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  8. Oh Fairy Tale Woman, you have woken up you in the Dark, Dark forest. I can only faintly hear you cry out. I went into the forest to find you. All I found was a broken heart. I have picked up the pieces and carefully put them in a jar with the photo of Juggling Man. They'll be here ready to place back in your hands when you are ready work out the puzzle of what an ordinary day means both outside and inside the Dark, Dark Forest.

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  9. So, so, so hard. So, so, so sad. This is not a path you would ever have chosen - but it is the one you are on. Please know that the love and support that surrounds you today will always been there even when it isn't feeling that way. Death will not be victorious over life even though it may seem so at times. We are here - shaking our heads wondering how this could have happened to someone so special, weeping for and with you, and loving you as you walk this sad road. You are not alone.

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  10. I am so sorry for your suffering. Thank you for sharing it with us. xoxosuzan

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  11. Laura, just here to say hello and send a virtual hug. Your writing is a place to set down the burdens you are carrying so others can help carry them along. Think of you everyday and send my prayers and energy to you.

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