I’ve written before about how I choose to leave some things just as Dominic left them-even over six years later.
It’s my way of maintaining physical space in our home that represents the space in my heart where only he can fit.
It’s also more than that.
As time progresses, nearly every other tangible evidence that Dominic existed is being worn away.
Read the rest here: And The Gap Grows: Trying To Remember In a World That Forgets
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This is also on my heart and mind. It’s as if the world has slowed in its turning me for, but others are still moving at a normal pace. I want to cry out, “Remember Rachel! She lived. She loved. She matters still.”
But people grow weary of the ongoing grief. They cannot comprehend, nor do they even want to try.
I AM a rememberer. And because of my love for Rachel, I will forever speak her name. Keep sharing, Melanie. You are speaking for all of us on this ugly hard journey.
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Losing a child is different but 28 years ago at the age of 45 I went from single and unattached to widower in 18 months the last 6 of which were watching and waiting. It’s a strange feeling to know you should be making funeral arrangements while the person is still alive.
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