Each time there is a new loss, you’d think it would be easier but it isn’t. It’s harder. Each time they crack the heart just a little more. Each time there’s one more to remember, to meet with the other memories, the other losses. Each time you say, goodbye my love, goodbye. Thanks for being here. Thanks for your dear sweet soul.

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