At first I was numb.
I began to notice them two weeks later:
The hole across the morning breakfast table;
The hole in the recliner facing the television;
The hole on the left side of our bed at night.
I wanted to fall in.
Years later, they sometimes still appear.
Alison hates holes.
Not sure if you’ll see this a few days later, but wanted to let you know I forwarded this one to a friend. It meant a.lot to her. You gave her the word/metaphor she needed. Thanks for sharing
Thank you Jennifer. Grieving is so individualized and painful. I wish for your friend whatever brings her peace.
It took me three readings to understand the words and then I started crying.
Its my husbands birthday and he has been gone for 6 years.
Mary just seeing this now. I am sorry for the holes in your life. I hope they have been filled in as much as possible. I just lost a beloved uncle, and I can’t drive past the exit on the highway without seeing a big black hole and sobbing.