Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Morning

Well I finally found something worse than tossing and turning all night alone in a too-big bed.

It's waking up, rolling over, reaching out, and realizing the person you thought was there, is not.

Just empty air.
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2 comments:

  1. jayceedeeaytchJune 18, 2014 at 11:51 AM

    This right here is how I felt for 3 months right after Matt died. The pain is unimaginable unless you've been there.

    Thank you Emily for writing this blog.

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  2. BethJune 30, 2016 at 6:27 AM

    5 weeks, 1 day. Don't know how I'll make it. Don't want to.

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