After All This Time

I still miss you.

I still think of you.

I still hurt when the word ‘family’ is mentioned. We are a family, but a big chunk is missing. So in essence we are a broken family. At least that’s the way it feels.

I still want to know who you would have been.

I still wonder.

I still cry, though not much at all.

I still think about the things I’ve tried hard to forget.

I still wonder who that girl is in the pictures who never realized she could and would lose a baby someday.

I still think of you sweet girl. Every. Day.

But in all this stillness, I’m here. I’m living. I’m breathing. And I’m loving the life that is surrounding this once shattered heart.

Not a day has gone by since we said goodbye that you haven’t crossed my mind in some little or big way.

Thank you for changing me, for releasing me, for teaching me, guiding me, and choosing me.

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