Where the Light Is

Chapter 8 {Final Chapter}

BEFORE ANY OF YOU THINK THE BOOK WAS RUSHED, READ THIS!

I know this book was rushed, it was choppy, and it didn't flow correctly. I planned to edit this, but with how popular it has become in such a short amount of time, I decided I would do a quick wrap to this book, and will make an edited version of it while leaving this one on my profile completed. There will be an Epilogue to this, so please wait just a few more minutes for the complete ending!(:

 

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“Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here's what really happens: The spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. Then, when you do remember to miss them again, it's still with a stabbing pain to the heart. And you have guilt. Guilt because it's been too long since you missed them last.”

 

               ~ Kristin O'Donnell Tubb, The 13th Sign

 

 

 

            Staring at that casket in the front of the Church… It was too hard. I was the reason she was in there. I’m the reason she is dead. I’m the reason my daughter will never see her mother again. I’m the reason all of this is happening… Why all of this had happened… As far as anybody really knows, she just got in a car accident. What they all don’t know is that I’m the reason Lilly even went into that car and drove off without focusing too much.

 

 

 

            Knowing she will never come home… It was too much in my mind. And as much as I wanted to take my own life now from all of the guilt I was feeling, I wouldn’t. Isabelle would need more than ever now, considering her mother was forever gone and never coming back. I looked down at the one year old little girl in my lap as she leaned to me, her head laying on my chest with her eyes closed.

 

 

 

            She hasn’t slept much the night before, and it was clear to me that she missed her mother just as much as I do. Since she is only a year old, I hope that won’t stick with her forever. Last night was a hell, but I knew that I would have several nights ahead like that where either I can’t sleep, or Isabelle can’t. Maybe even both of us.

 

 

 

            To be honest with you all, it feels like I miss Lilly more now than I did when she was in the hospital. I miss her more now than I did when I was told she was dead. Whoever said loss gets easier as time goes on is a liar. It only gets harder.

 

 

 

            And now I know that.