I walk to the cemetery to see you as I have been doing since you left, sometimes I think … ‘what are you doing here’ ! Can it REALLY be true that you’re gone ! It’s like a bad dream. I stand by your grave, I whisper to you, I kneel down and touch the earth under which you lie. Then……Bang ! It comes to me in a flood a gigantic tsunami of overwhelming emotion and I realise the ‘finality’ of it all, you really really are gone and you’re not coming back, I find it all unbearable.
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