Dear Avie,
The grief is coming out.
Exposing itself.
I’ve been pushing it away.
It’s time to set it free.
Let it go.
A little at a time.
Writing soothes my mind.
Begging.
Pleading.
Cure me.
Please.
Come back to me.
Death.
Grief does this to me.
It’s trying to take you away from me.
Stepping into the light.
Can you hear me?
I can finally see.
Wishing I could go back to the beginning.
Back to when I had you near me.
I need to hear you say that you love me.
Xoxo- Mommy
