That's the trouble with death...

Life is short...

Always shorter than we think it should be

This is the truth of death

You never really get over losing someone

Not completely

It's not like a cold or the flu

You get sick, get better, return to "normal life"

Death is like an amputation

You put on a good front

Others think you’ve moved on

But you haven't

Not really

They are gone

Forever gone

Why

Why her

Why now

Questions too big for me to answer

The legitimate time for grieving has expired

Most of my grief these days is self pity

Selfishness

Not feeling bad for her

Feeling bad for me

I miss her

I miss our conversations

I miss her support

I miss her chicken and dumplings

I miss her very presence

Aloneness

That’s what I feel most these days

The one person I could turn to is gone

Not that I turned to her when I should have

But I knew I could have

Now it’s me

Naked

Exposed

Stripped of a security

I wasn't aware existed

It's gone

She's gone

It’s all gone

Forever gone

That's the trouble with death

It is forever