Empty spaces make echos.
I come back to the same thoughts over and over. Something is missing. There is a space to be filled. I am weak as if I haven't eaten or slept, yet I just got back from lunch and only woke once last night. My hands and knees shake and the silence is deafening. Where is that whisper in my ear that I so need to hear?
I never received a call from the sheriff's department last week as the detective committed, so I called him again this morning. Almost 2 months have passed and I still do not have her personal belongings back from the crime lab. Finally, after much effort and more emotional distress, I have an appointment tomorrow to collect her things. I'm a little nervous, but it will be good to secure that thread in the breeze.
Why do we press the buttons on the remote harder when we know it's just the batteries getting weaker?
I want to take a nap.
I can only imagine how hard tomorrow will be… regaining those things she last had with her. Know that we’re sort of circling the wagons around you in support. It won’t be easy, I’m sure. But try to find some measure of comfort in the energy of her belongings.
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