grief knows no time

I am currently writing in a different time zone.

I just want to share some of my thoughts. Today would have been mine and Caleb’s 4th wedding anniversary together. When summer rolls around, I usually become saddened more quickly because of all of the anniversary dates events that took place surrounding him.

For me, time doesn’t seem to heal the wounds. I think about the time I went to touch some food on a hot stove when I was about 5 years old. I ended up burning myself pretty badly. I sometimes look at the scar that is now on my arm. Originally it was purple, and now over the years and into my adulthood, it has become more translucent. It has stretched as I have grown.

I like to relate this to my grief. When Caleb died, a part of me died as well. I have stretched and grown, have changed my beliefs, and ways of thinking, but the scar on my heart will be there. I wish I could convey the words to say how much I miss him immensely, but I can’t and I don’t owe that to anyone.

Grief knows no bounds.

Grief knows no time.