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| Where I imagine my dad to be. In the flowers I see and the rocks I feel. |
One Day
One day you wake up and nothing's the same.
The world is still turning, but your world stopped;
And in one last heartbeat, you know everything has changed.
From a loving family home to loss and disappointment;
You left not wanting to, but the grips of cancer were so deep.
Now the waves of grief are drowning me;
But I can't do anything.
What once was my family, lies a home trying so desperately to survive.
Unfortunately, our society doesn't talk about this.
We don't talk about the pain I go through every single morning when you are no longer there;
Or the time I screamed at my mom "I wished it was you" No.
We don't talk about how grief is the loneliest and most suffocating thing in this entire world.
No, we talk about moving on and how time will heal all;
When that is the furthest from the truth.
Time doesn't heal, it bandages the wound until our hearts can beat again without our person;
Because our hearts were made to take chances.
Still the waves never stop coming and somehow you don't want them to;
But you learn that you'll survive them.
Although one day you wake up and nothing's the same.
Mine was July 20, 2011. When my father's heart stopped beating.
What was yours?
-Morgan
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| The limestone beach in Door County. |
