Tonight is one of those nights that I could rant forever about what’s on my mind. Often though, I feel like I’ve already exhausted writing about my struggles. There are only so many times you can fill page after page with emotional drama, self-doubt, existential questioning, etc. There comes a point where you have to acknowledge it but figure out a way to channel everything you’d scribble in terribly written prose into something productive. I don’t want to dwell on struggle. I want to live today and love today. Everything is fleeting.
Happy birthday dear Becky.
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Your description for today is so often true. Thanks for spelling out what many of us feel. And wishing you happy memories and love for tomorrow.
Thank you and same to you!
Your words capture the essence of my feelings for remembering Becky. I am thankful my children have contributed with actions and thoughts these past years to help me stand against grief. Your giving of time to create this poem helps me stand even stronger knowing you care enough to post it.
Nothing I do will ever be enough to take away your pain or to honor her memory with as much light as she deserves. All I can say is I love you.