The clock struck midnight, it's Father's Day.
While I may have celebrated it with my dad yesterday, I still couldn't help thinking about my best friend. Today is a really rough day for her, and has been for the last 7 years. I didn't talk to her much today, due mostly to the fact that she was working, but another part of it was I didn't know what to say. I was having a Father's Day dinner with my dad, while my best friend is going through yet another fatherless father's day weekend. Talking about the dinner would make me feel like I was rubbing it in, even though I didn't mean it that way. I would still feel guilty.
When I got home from my dad's and the clock struck midnight, I had this sudden urge to write something for her. I didn't write this because I know what she's going through, because I have no idea. I wrote this because I care about her and want her to know that she's never alone. So, this is it.
Not knowing what you going through,
or exactly how you feel.
I'm not sure which words to say,
to cover the pain; to conceal.
It may have been years,
but a difference is not made.
A loss is a loss,
and the grief is not weighed.
Anger, you may feel,
resentment is your choice.
The sound of tears falling,
may be your only voice.
While not all memories
may be full of smiles.
You pulled through,
though that itself, was a trial.
You may never move on,
you may never let go.
But remember one thing,
you're never alone.
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....til next time....
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