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  • my heart feels bruised
    more than a little sad
    I miss Shylee
    my little dog
    my constant companion....
    still see her death
    I forget she's not here
    I think it's time for our walk...
    I haven't cried enough
    we don't give much time for mourning you know
    I have tears I'm holding too closely
    holding soooo tight to my emotions...
    while my daughter is in a dance with the devil
    and my grandson's heart broke
    lost his father to violence
    and I've lost 3 friends to cancer
    I admired and loved
    they've gone on
    3 empty spaces
    just months apart....
    three memorials
    2 down and one to go
    I went to one on Sunday
    a celebration of her life
    feeling it all
    holding it all tight
    afraid it would all fall out
    the moment I walked in
    and received and gave that first hug
    the kiss on my cheek
    and let down my shoulders
    and let myself feel
    to let go of the grief
    the tears came
    at last
    at last a safe place
    where I knew I'd be held
    and no one would say don't cry
    I laughed thru my tears
    acknowledged my pain
    feeling the love
    and I cried
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