Well it has been one week since…that truly awful day…when my cousin Jen…
It is odd how grief works. I will be going along, joking around or having fun, and then that little sliver of a memory will be somehow be remembered and instantly I am saddened again.
Whenever one of those memories pops into my head, I can’t seem to do anything but feel empty. Wondering what the heck I could have done to stop this awful event from happening, to roll back the clock and to give her a second chance. I am sure any friend or relative feels this way. You think that one phone call or e-mail could have changed her mind, if only for another day or two. Anything to have her for another day or two. Just a little more time to fix things up. Maybe it would have made a difference, maybe not.
But I then remember she is looking down over us know, I know it. Happy once again. And that makes me feel better. She has a purpose up there and I know she is doing one heck of a job.
But I still miss her.