8 years ago today I last saw you alive. My anger was boiling because I was already in pain from the kidney stones I had but then seeing your smug ass face peeking out from the isles staring at me really pissed me off. I said I hope you get hit by a truck and die. 3 days later you never woke up. The other day I saw a bunch of EOS chapstick I never seen before and I kept thinking of you and your habit of stealing alllllllllll of our EOS and BabyLips. Not to mention highlighters. Last month on your birthday I saw the cupcake flavored goldfish for the first time since you last had them doing chubby bunny. By now you would probably in your career. I can't believe K has a baby now. I miss you still sometimes. It's more shock than anything. 8 years haven't changed anything, it still feels like a dream all of the time.
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grief & relief
Non-FictionPublished July 8th, 2017. Just writing my thoughts about a loss that has recently happened to me.. My grief along with very mixed feelings. All real. Very personal and just a journal.
