Dear Avie,
I went on a walk almost every single day this summer.
I spent time listening to the birds.
Without you.
I miss you my sweet.
I feel weak.
Alone.
Unsustainable.
I hope my mind will eventually come back to me.
Take away all of this misery.
Break apart the grief.
Show me.
Help me find my way.
Something is out there waiting for me.
Are the Angels calling for me?
Tightening the rope.
Straightening the collar.
Down from the ladder I step.
The last step that will bring me to you.
I will have to borrow a set of wings.
I love you.
Xoxo- Mommy
