http://shesbipolar.livejournal.com/ idiot. - LiveJournal.com Thu, 07 Jun 2007 07:34:26 GMT LiveJournal / LiveJournal.com shesbipolar 9223014 personal http://shesbipolar.livejournal.com/7440.html Thu, 07 Jun 2007 07:34:26 GMT http://shesbipolar.livejournal.com/7440.html two years. <br /><br />24 months. 104 weeks. 730 days. 17,520 hours. 1,051,200 minutes...<br /><br />seems like a million years, yet seems like yesterday. <br /><br />no matter what unit of time you choose to measure it, the distance is, in fact, completely immeasurable. how do you measure the empty space in your life, the circumference of the hole in your heart, the darkness that nothing or no one could ever fill? <br /><br />how do you count the tears that have fallen since the day that a part of you died? <br /><br />two years. it's the life span of some creatures, and the end of a life cycle for others. <br /><br />it was the end of one period in my life, and i suppose, the start of a new one. <br /><br />i miss my best friend, my mother. <br /><br />i would gladly trade the rest of my days just to spend one more hour with her, to see her face, touch her hand...just to tell her one more time that I love her.<br /><br />no matter what you may believe, no matter what *i* believe, even...i hope that heaven is real. i hope that she IS looking down at me and smiling. i hope that i've made her proud, and that i will continue to make her proud as time goes on. i hope that she knows that she is in my heart every second of every hour of every day, and i hope that wherever she is, she finally knows peace.<br /><br />i love you, Mom.<br /><br /><br />there are no words to express how much i miss you. you were my rock, my confidante, my best friend. you were there to pick me up when i thought i couldn't fall any lower. you were there to praise me when i triumphed, and to encourage me when i failed. you were quick with a smile or an affirmation, and i always believed you when you told me everything would be alright. <br /><br />people have told me countless times that time makes it easier to deal with the loss, that it will get better. but it hasn't. i miss you a thousand times more with each passing day. i find things that remind me of you everywhere. sometimes i pick up the phone and dial the first few digits of your phone number, only to realize that you're not there on the other end to pick up. the void that was left in my heart with your passing grows deeper every second. <br /><br />i miss you more than ever...but not as much as i'll miss you tomorrow, or the day after that. http://shesbipolar.livejournal.com/7440.html public 0 http://shesbipolar.livejournal.com/583.html Tue, 10 Jan 2006 04:29:43 GMT http://shesbipolar.livejournal.com/583.html friends only. http://shesbipolar.livejournal.com/583.html public 8