...all I can do is pace this fast-crumbling floor and cry aloud: PLEASE COME BACK. Pleeeease come back. I know it isn't possible, and it won't happen, but I find myself like so many out there in the universe, vainly hoping that the pleas, the wanting will make it so.
My heart is clawing at my mind, keening and lost and childlike, unable to comprehend what my mind knows: that it's over. You've gone, and you're not coming back. Crying, wanting, and desperately, silently screaming "I'm sorry" for things not-done and things I couldn't be won't bring you home.
The only comfort that would help is yours, and I am alone.
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I wish I could hug you, Sweetie. If you need to take a break from life and escape to Florida for a few days, I know a couple of places where you can stay and eat and knit for free.
Sending you my love,
---S
Sending you lots of love. x
It was good talking to you yesterday and I'm so sorry about the news. Here's a big virtual hug coming your way. Hang in there and call/email if you need anything!
my dear. take a deep breath and let it out...repeat.
I'm so sorry.
You are not alone, love. Lonely? I'll give you that. But we love you. You are not alone.
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