I’ve written before about how I choose to leave some things just as Dominic left them-even over eight 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.
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Oh. THIS.
“And as he becomes less relevant to other people’s lives, the gap between my experience and their’s grows ever larger.
Because he is just as relevant to my life as he ever was.”
This is what I want people to know. This is why I talk about Rachel. I may have gotten to watch her grow up, as she was 24 when she died, but I didn’t get to see the growing up things like a wedding, her life with a spouse, her life as a mother. All the adventures from 24 to my own death…those are the never going to haves. And I long for them. She is a part of every day, as her brothers are.
Thank you for composing the thoughts and feelings so succinctly. This blog has been a lifeline for me. It’s as if you’re in my head, reading my heart.
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