I know people mean well, and surely some of them truly believe, but when they try to console me with "She's still with you" or "She's watching you from Heaven" or wherever, it's another parry and twist of the cold steel knife in my heart.
Few can know the anguish, the stark emptiness. Death's scythe robs us all, but "Stacey" came to be the center of my very solitary world; she made me anew, and every day, nearly every minute I feel her absence profoundly. I just can't come to terms with this staggering loss.
It's difficult to find the right words, if there are any words at all that can be deemed "right"--sure, you only want to comfort. I forgive you, but please try to understand.
Few can know the anguish, the stark emptiness. Death's scythe robs us all, but "Stacey" came to be the center of my very solitary world; she made me anew, and every day, nearly every minute I feel her absence profoundly. I just can't come to terms with this staggering loss.
It's difficult to find the right words, if there are any words at all that can be deemed "right"--sure, you only want to comfort. I forgive you, but please try to understand.
