Wednesday, August 1, 2018

1054: It's Hard Living with Grief

It is 8:21pm.


Dear Elijah,
Dear sweet sweet boy.
We are at a turning point, I guess.
Time to make something happen.
And it gets hard sometimes.
So hard.
People misread me and attack our family.
Your dad is pushing himself to exhaustion.
I hope it is worth all this.
And I hope the end goal is that we accomplish something big.
But today it feels so far away.
And you feel so far away.
I feel like in some way I have failed you
and I have failed your brothers.
All I can do is keep trying I guess.
I just want you all to know that I try my hardest,
even though sometimes it seems like I don't live up to my potential.
It's hard living with grief.
It's hard living with poverty.
It's hard following your dreams.
And sometimes I get tired.
I don't know where I am going with this lol.
Just send me a sign and let me know you are near.
I love and miss you so much sweet boy.
Always.
<3 


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