There are some days when I question if I can keep going on. I lost 3 of the most important people in my life and time has forced me to do something that I feel like I'm not quite ready to do...move on. There are some days when I am perfectly fine and the world seems wonderful and then there are some days where I just want to bury myself in the nearest hole and die. I've told myself so many times that I'm not going to cry for them anymore but somehow the tears fall without me realizing it. I don't cry as hard as I used but I still find myself shedding tears every now and then. I don't cry for the same reasons that I used to right after they died. that was a cry for longing. It was a cry that I prayed was hard enough for a miracle and one of them would come back. It soon became a cry of happiness. I shed tears at their memories, pictures, items, and at the thought of them. I cried not because I wanted them to come back. I've gotten over the fact that they will never come back to me again. I cry because of the things that they are physically missing and all the times that I wanted to run to them for comfort only for reality to hit and realize they aren't there anymore.
Life goes on. Somedays it passes like a warm spring breeze and some days it's like the beginning of the longest blizzard on the darkest night.
