Day 2
Today is my second day at work. 11 days since that fateful day of your death.
It was much harder than I thought. I don't think I've never been so unproductive in my life. You think it's ok and then 'woosh!'. As fast as the wind can go, I am engulfed by sadness and brokenness. I can't focus at work - and the one thing that keeps me going is the thought about all the bills that I need to pay. Bills to pay caused by your being gone.
Why did you have to go? Why did you have to do things your OWN way? Why wasn't medicine an option? Why do i have all these questions that will never be answered?
And all I can do is cry. And ask myself why all over again.
The cycle continues.
It was much harder than I thought. I don't think I've never been so unproductive in my life. You think it's ok and then 'woosh!'. As fast as the wind can go, I am engulfed by sadness and brokenness. I can't focus at work - and the one thing that keeps me going is the thought about all the bills that I need to pay. Bills to pay caused by your being gone.
Why did you have to go? Why did you have to do things your OWN way? Why wasn't medicine an option? Why do i have all these questions that will never be answered?
And all I can do is cry. And ask myself why all over again.
The cycle continues.
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