I don’t have the right words right now because the two people this beautiful story is about are my friends. They are also our STMND founders and friends to many “’round the ‘sphere”. I miss them both terribly and I’m blank myself, maybe someday I can find the words. Right now, this just aches.
Our beloved and much missed blogging dinosaur, Rara, sent me the following words to share with the Stories That Must Not Die community. I had planned on just posting them here for you all to consume as is, but considering I cried while typing them up, I figured I should probably warn you, before you read, her words are powerfully sad and explode with her pain and grief. So, read them, definitely read them, but do so cautiously, and then write her another letter to tell her it isn’t her fault, and she is so much more than how she is feeling now.
Today my husband died.
Maybe it was 26 days ago, but the shock of his absence has permanently stained my present moment. Every Today will always be the day he died. I wake up, suffer the sunrise, and lose him all over again.
I am not…
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