August 13th, 2008

You Never, Ever Get Over It, But You Try To Move Forward

Sometimes I dream that I am falling.

There is never any bottom to this well.

I am falling into blackness.  In slow motion down the rabbit hole but instead of jars of marmalade and lovely tins — there are flashes of a life that was supposed to be.

When I lost my son I thought I would die. 

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By Jennifer Gunter