Today is the 1 year anniversary of when Liz and I came into each others lives.
This day should be a happy day; it should be a reminder of when for the first time in my life I was truly happy because I met the greatest thing that ever happened to my life, and to a certain, small, extent it does. But mostly today reminds me of the happiness I had lost, because Liz isn’t here, with me, to celebrate it. Because she’s gone, it just makes this day hard to deal with, to the point of me waking up crying and morning her and taking every inch of strength for me to walk out the door.
Starting to get teary eyed, so I’ll just wrap this up. My plan is to work all day to take my mind off of this pain, to work so hard that when I get home I just fall asleep. I’ve accepted that Liz is not coming back; I’ve accepted that Liz has passed away. . . . . But, damn, what I wouldn’t give to make all of that not true.
I Miss You Liz, Damn It, I Miss You so Much.