I cleaned out the happy jar, to save myself the pain of doing it at the end of year. My children should not think about what we’ve lost. I found beautiful words.
Lovely memories to smile upon
But as I smiled the tears began to tall. Because such wonderful words were marred as I remembered…
That a little over 6 weeks later. The dreams turned to nightmares.
I began to cry harder as I wondered what was real and what was fake. Did those words express what was really felt.
A love that was so pure. An end that was never written. In the stars. A tragic faerietale.