I'm still here.







I'm still here
and you're not here

I'm having dinner with our family
and you're not here

I'm celebrating your dad's birthday
and you're not here

I'm taking family pictures
and you're not here

We made it through the princess stage
and you're not here

I'm preparing for the big puberty talk
and you're not here

I'm driving for eight hours
and you're not here

All our friends are having babies
and you're not here

I went to the Dr.
and you're not here

I got a job
and you're not here

We moved
and you're not here

I am adulting all over the place
and you're not here

Baby Girl likes to sing
and you're not here

Baby Girl gave a "sermon"
and you're not here

I'm getting up every single morning
and you're not here

We're barely making it to church
and you're not here

I'm looking at old pictures of us
and you're not here

I'm tell yet another person that I'm a widow
and you're not here

I tell yet another person how great you are
and you're not here

I tell yet another person how in love we are
and you're not here

I can't remember anything
and you're not here

I'm telling Baby Girl how much daddy loves her
and you're not here

I'm laying on the livingroom floor crying with your mother
and you're not here

But I am
I'm still here

I wrote a book about my grief, you can read it here: Carry on Castle

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