Sunday

I am all that you taught me to be

When I peek into your bedroom, I can feel your presence. Your unconditional love permeates every teddy bear and angel. I can almost see you under the pink quilt.

I love to talk with you just as I did before you transitioned into your new life. I still can hear you, even though you did not speak. Every moment in your presence is profound and meaningful. I am simultaneously filled with love and sorrow. Bittersweet.

I stand here open-hearted, transparent, vulnerable, fragile, and resilient. I am all that you taught me to be, and I share your life and love.


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