Dear Avie, Writing to you fuels my soul. These words of heartache bring me closer to you. My letters bring relief during all of this pain. I won’t tuck away how I feel inside. I can’t hide the truth. I’ll be here waiting and writing to you. Xoxo- Mommy
My Grieving Thrives
Dear Avie, I hope that I can make it all the way up to you. Promise me that you’ll be there waiting for me. The sadness that I feel deep inside will always reside. My grieving thrives. I can’t hide the truth about how I feel inside. I hope you’ll remember me. I’m waiting for you. Will you be there waiting for me? Xoxo- Mommy
This Is Your Story
Dear Avie, I wake up every morning afraid that I’ll lose my ability to write to you. I pray that I can continue to talk to you with my paper and pen. I’ll continue to write to you until the end. This is your story. You’ll soon begin to see. I hope that it will make its way up to you my sweet. Whisper in my ear so that I can hear you. Please tell…
This Road Is Long
Dear Avie, You’re the biggest piece of me. You’re my heart and my soul. You’re my everything. You’ve been taken away from me. No longer at arm’s reach. I’ve lost a piece of me. My lungs have been stunned. I’m trying hard to breathe. The lights have become blinding; making it hard for me to see. This road is long and winding. Please continue to beat for me. Xoxo- Mommy
Summer Days
Dear Avie, Time disappears more quickly without you here. In these dark times only you could love me for me. When we had to say goodbye, I died a little inside. I think I’ve lost the light in my eyes. I’ll always be searching for you. Our summer days have passed us by. The winter will begin to settle in and take up more of our time. The cold air is filling up my…
Death Devours Me
Dear Avie, I’m trying hard not to get too close to the flame. The warmth that was here is slowly fading away. There’s a fire deep down inside of me. Desolation is settling in. Everything’s turning to ashes. It’s all slowly drifting away with the wind. I’ll never be able to erase all the things I’ve seen. All I have are bad dreams. Death devours me. Xoxo- Mommy