A LETTER TO MY NINE YEAR OLD SELF
And on the days when the grief feels just a little heavier,
I hope the love does too.
I hope you sit in his favorite spot,
play all his favorite songs,
and put on his clothes
and fall asleep with them still on.
I hope these things remind you
that it was such a blessing to have loved someone
so deeply
that they are worth missing.
I hope you cry,
not because it’s over,
but because it happened,
and because when you miss him so much,
you’re reminded of that magic.
That suffering a great loss
doesn’t take away from a great love.
And that heaven is never too far away
if you just look up.
On the good days and the bad days,
I hope your grief is a reminder
that you experienced true love,
even if it didn’t last forever.
And I hope you know how lucky you are
to have loved someone so special,
that saying goodbye
hurts this much.
Comments (4)
Oh, fantastic! Your perspective is unique. Thank you for sharing and good luck!
Well done! This is relatable for anyone living anywhere considered dangerous by others. Some things are worth the risk.
Very nicely done.
Everyone is doing such a great job of nailing that last line, and you certainly did in this one. Great work!