It has been more than 100 days since you left, and it still hurts like the first day. I have traveled almost 10,000 miles away from our home, hoping that distance would help ease the pain, but I have discovered that no matter where I go, grief and pain accompany my every step.
I think of you every day, with every step.
How I wish you are with me in discovering this beautiful place, in meeting these wonderful people, in tasting their food, but you’re not.
Where are you? Why can’t I feel your presence anymore? Have you really finally left me?
I miss you so much, and I feel so lost.
I am so tired of trying to be okay. I am so tired of trying and failing yet again to see the beauty and meaning of life. I am so tired of fighting this grief.
Why did you have to leave me so soon? Why did God have to separate us too early in life? Why do I have to live without you?
I miss you so much. Every day.
Please don’t forget me.