Thursday, June 23, 2016
Pieces of You
We clean pieces of you...from the house, from the car, your room, your therapy room. The fridge. The pantry. I vacuumed up your chips today from the backseat of the car. It just made me stop and think that I'm cleaning pieces of you. You had those chips. They touched your hands. Your lips. Your body. As I clean I know I'm losing more pieces of you.
I don't want to forget. I don't want to lose more pieces of you. Though I know our life must go on, it's so hard to continually say goodbye. To lose more pieces of our life together.
One day we will have to pack up your room and let it become something else. Again, pieces of you gone. Your smell. The indent of your body in your bed. Your clothes. TV. Videos. Pillows with strands of your hair. It's feels like losing these pieces of you will make me forget. I know it's not true, but it doesn't change the feelings of it.
We had to lose you and now over a month later we continue to find you in everything and we must say goodbye again, over and over. I know one day there won't be as many pieces of you and the tears will continue to fall. We will never forget. The most important pieces of you are inside our heart and souls.
Pieces of you. Pieces of us. Will always be together in some way. But for now, I mourn the pieces of you we must continue to let go of.