Picking Up The Pieces
on February 18th, 2012“I miss Greg, I miss my best friend.
I miss having my love reciprocated.
I miss being blissfully happy.
I miss not having to work at simply surviving.
I miss feeling safe.
I miss feeling special.
I miss being someone’s person, being Greg’s person.”
When I think about the phrase “picking up the pieces” …
My life shattered into a million pieces
Often times
I feel as though I pick one up and look at it
With this blank stare on my face,
As I am looking it over
Like it is a foreign object speaking a foreign language
That I have no understanding of
There is this glazed, haze expression on my face,
And a question of Why?,
Why did this happen?
Why is my life different than a normal person’s?
Why did I lose the love of my life?
Why am I the one to pick up the pieces?
Which piece goes first, comes next?
There are so many. 
Why am I left behind, Greg was the strong one, not me.
And I Thought I Loved You Then My Love.
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As I read this I was amazed because it’s like you crawled in my head and took the words right from me this is exactly how I feel EXACTLY!!!
Hi greggies widow, my heart hurts for you, have kept you (and the others) in my prayers. The why’s are hard, very hard….I too wonder why I was left behind, I would trade places in a flash, but on the other hand, as hard as this is, I know that my true love is in a better place and doesn’t have to go through any of this. So maybe God wants us to learn to be strong… I don’t know…. but I know that God has given me Joshua 1:9 to say out loud because I know there is power in the spoken Word…. and I guess all we can do is trust in Him, as hard as it is….