June 21st 2017
I can't believe it. There are times when I still think you're here. Still, times when I can't believe you're gone. This is impossible. How can I go on living when you're not here? Not possible. Life is meaningless. No purpose no beauty no light no colour no sound. Stillness. Void. Blank. My heart aches every day every moment. I miss you so much. My heart breaks without you. Even a year on I couldn’t believe that Emma was gone. I still expected her to walk into the house and tell us that she was on this long journey and just got back. She was lost and couldn’t get home. But she’s home now and everything would ok. Your mind can play tricks on you. Even though I was there when Emma died, my heart still hadn’t caught up. I still longed for her. A year on we had moved slightly ahead. Only slightly.
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About the AuthorDiane Smith started writing after the death of her daughter Emma. She lives in Victoria, BC with her husband Darrell and son Charlie. Archives
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