It's Sunday after the Tuesday I buried Suzy and not getting any easier. Stillness stalks the house like tombstones to eternity. Silence is felt not heard.
My eyes patrol every corner, space, hallway, foyer and familiar spot Suzy used to lie. She's gone, and so am I.
When someone significant leaves you, whether by death, divorce, accident or choice, a part of you leaves yourself, too. It's like the pysche telling the brain that one of its residents is gone. The one who smiled and said, "hello." The one you waited for and missed most. For, like any good friend who brings out the best in us, we bring out the best in ourselves when we are truly in love.
Suzy's buried in the backyard, in a shaded corner behind two lovely lilac bushes. She's resting in peace. I'm wandering in woe. I miss her so! As my partner, confidante, and best friend for 14 years how could I not?
They say time heals all wounds. Not always. Time goes slowly when you don't have your best buddy around. And the heart has a time table all its own. I think about Suzy constantly. See her in my dreams. My sun and moon, my rainbow and pot of gold. Suzy was, is and will always be my brightest shining star.
My eyes patrol every corner, space, hallway, foyer and familiar spot Suzy used to lie. She's gone, and so am I.
When someone significant leaves you, whether by death, divorce, accident or choice, a part of you leaves yourself, too. It's like the pysche telling the brain that one of its residents is gone. The one who smiled and said, "hello." The one you waited for and missed most. For, like any good friend who brings out the best in us, we bring out the best in ourselves when we are truly in love.
Suzy's buried in the backyard, in a shaded corner behind two lovely lilac bushes. She's resting in peace. I'm wandering in woe. I miss her so! As my partner, confidante, and best friend for 14 years how could I not?
They say time heals all wounds. Not always. Time goes slowly when you don't have your best buddy around. And the heart has a time table all its own. I think about Suzy constantly. See her in my dreams. My sun and moon, my rainbow and pot of gold. Suzy was, is and will always be my brightest shining star.
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"If I have any beliefs about immortality it is that certain dogs I know will go to heaven, and very very few people."
(James Thurber)
Sorry Suzie.....I can't match the quotes that other people write....or your words that cause the tears to stream down my face, Kathy
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