It's been two hundred sixty one days since I had to say goodbye to Mouse. Before that day, we'd spent four thousand four hundred sixty one days together. I still cry my eyeballs out. Today is especially hard .........for no reason whatsoever. I've lost a lot of things in my life. Relationships have failed, possessions have been lost, goals failed to be achieved, a few humans have passed away - but none of those pain points come close to the grieving I'm still in the middle of. I just can't see the end. It's as if I'm lost at sea.
I'm not the same person anymore because he was such an important part of my life, and such an emotionally supportive influence. I'm starting to realize that his loss has changed how I perceive the world, how I handle challenges, and how I interact with people - especially new people who never met him. I'm still getting to know who I am now. I still break down in tears in the middle of the day in my office at work. I still cry myself to sleep sometimes. I still beg God to send me a dream where I can see Mouse 'on the other side' and say hello ~ if only in my subconscious imagination state. I can't belly laugh anymore. Joy isn't as sweet anymore. Funny movies aren't funny anymore. The best day has a shadow cast across it - and I don't imagine that will ever change. My soul buddy died, and he took an enormous part of my heart with him - arguably the best part.
I'm not the same person anymore because he was such an important part of my life, and such an emotionally supportive influence. I'm starting to realize that his loss has changed how I perceive the world, how I handle challenges, and how I interact with people - especially new people who never met him. I'm still getting to know who I am now. I still break down in tears in the middle of the day in my office at work. I still cry myself to sleep sometimes. I still beg God to send me a dream where I can see Mouse 'on the other side' and say hello ~ if only in my subconscious imagination state. I can't belly laugh anymore. Joy isn't as sweet anymore. Funny movies aren't funny anymore. The best day has a shadow cast across it - and I don't imagine that will ever change. My soul buddy died, and he took an enormous part of my heart with him - arguably the best part.
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