I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.
~Maurice Sendak, who has died aged 83
(via growing-orbits)
Welcome Home Annette! Glad to have you back perched up with us as much as you will.
Another lost loved one! Oh no! So pale, it could be her ghost!Iguana iguana, albino” by Michael Kern
I made it through the day today with a minimum of tears. I kept a low profile but I was still spotted by a few and others realized my presence online and had to say something even if they didn’t really know what to say. They mean well. There just aren’t any good words that will work to make the pain go away. There is nothing anyone can say that really brings comfort or relief. The fact they say something or take notice at all is as much as can be done. Nothing will bring back my daughter. Nothing will stop the memories from popping up. It is not supposed to be this way. Parents are supposed to get old and die long before their children die. Never the other way around. I already watched my parents suffer the loss of a child when I lost my brother. How could this happen to me, too? How could this happen to the child I chose to raise all by myself? I sacrificed my childhood and all of my dignity but I didn’t give up on her even when those I loved turned their backs on me. It really isn’t fair and I am home now so I can cry all I want to.
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