When you lose two loves of your life, are you truly expected to be alright? People die.
People leave.
Sometimes you are the one who has to go.
Do you shake that off? Like an accidental stumble on a table end…
Oops, silly me. I’m fine. It wasn’t that bad….
Loss hurts. It lingers long after the initial hurt has happened…

My heart’s still sore.

One would walk into my life only to walk right back out…again…when I needed her most. As I dealt with…

The other losing her battle with cancer. I watched her fast demise. Hating to see her suffer, praying it would go away. Knowing the time would not be long.

It’s been two months. Still, It’s as fresh now as it is then. I suppose one day it’ll be alright.

Just not today.