Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
My chest feels heavy and every now and then I feel myself gasping for air. There is a lump in my throat as a cry wants to escape. A wetness in the corner of my eyes. Breathe.
I miss my Liam. Writing the words, the wetness escapes my eyes and I feel the tears running down my face.
It has been a month since my boy left for England, yet it feels much longer. It is painful. I feel a desperation I don’t know how to describe.
Every smidge of news I absorb. Every picture shared I save and print it into my memory. I don’t want to miss a thing.
I don’t want him to feel sad. I want him to see things, do things I’ve never done. Go places. Laugh. Be you. Touch the world as only you can.
My Liam James is doing just dandy over the sea. It is only me who is not. There is this hole, this empty space in my life where Lee fits in that I don’t know how to fill.
Does it get better?
I wish you enough,