How do you go on knowing that you will never again—not ever, ever—see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?
Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.
Oh Lottie -da it seems like years instead of seven weeks. I miss you so much. Only now do I truly understand what an integral part you were in my life. My cigar walks consist of me going through the motions;remembering the good... living the sad.The worst part is talking to fellow walkers who enquire about your whereabouts. Instant knife to the heart. I still laugh about how many times I had to carry your " deposit " around in a plastic bag. I think you did it on purpose just to test me. Fine. I am still pulling poop sacks out of jacket pockets every week.
Please Little Girl come visit me in my dreams. Help me in my closure. When I think of my life without you ... it is like chaos inside of my whole body. I know that emotionally I will survive this transition of being without you. That makes me sad because Lady -girl... you are worth every tear that has been shed.
When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail’s response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.