Loss and regrets.
With every loss comes regrets. Things that could have been done differently run endlessly through my mind. Even when I know that there was nothing that would have changed the outcome, I have doubts about the choices I made. I am sorry for all the moments I didn't make time to call, or stop by, because now there really is no time. I regret not being kinder, not expressing my feelings more eloquently, because I no longer have the chance to.
There is so much loss, so many gaping holes in the fabric of my life, I fear that my attempts to patch them will only result in ruin. All I can do is hold tighter to the living, and hope I can heal before the next loss comes.
There is so much loss, so many gaping holes in the fabric of my life, I fear that my attempts to patch them will only result in ruin. All I can do is hold tighter to the living, and hope I can heal before the next loss comes.
posted by E at
7:47 PM
2 Comments:
I've heard that it's better to hold on loosely as you may lose control if you cling too tightly. Not that I am a paragon of this principle, but I've heard that it is the way to go. I spend much time working on it, but still I tend to be like a vise. Oops, this is your blog and here I go: proselytizing. Sorry. Hang in there, your prospects look wonderful from here - you have some great new friends who care very much about you, and most of your health. "Podria esta peor", as they say.
Yes, things could be worse. However, things couldn't FEEL worse. I know, I've had worse circumstances in my life, and the negative emotions seem to hit a plateau after just one tragedy.
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