This week of all weeks I hate being alone with my thoughts when I should be beside you being you’re support when the two of you need me. It’s the same old regret it’s been for a decade. If I am hurting this much I can’t imagine how much the two of you are affected. I’m broken. So I can’t imagine how you guys feel.
I’m sick of being strong. But this is one moment I know I have to be every year. That’s not a choice. No anger, no judgement. Just the love I have left to give to you. That’s all. Maybe even if I have to be the strong silent type. I’m used to it.
I just hope one day you catch me when I fall.
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