Another tear trails down my cheek as I gaze at the cloud covered sky through my sliding door. Grey... Nothing but grey as far as I can see. Normally I would smile and embrace the lack of sunlight; today I am mourning.
Why? Why is it so much easier to believe the bad in ourselves as opposed to the good? Why can't we look past our flaws and our damaged pieces and celebrate the greatness that we hold within ourselves? Why is it easier to choose death than to choose to continue living?
You are more loved than you know. Never think, even for a moment, that you have not touched the lives of others around you. The ripple effect is endless.. And when you're gone, you leave so many people mourning your absence and feeling guilty, thinking that maybe, just maybe, we could have done something if only we'd known how much you were truly hurting.
The clouds continue their slow, lazy trek across the sky. Traffic from the freeway is as busy as ever, birds chirp in the distance and people carry on with their daily lives as though nothing has happened. We know differently. Many people are crying for you. For your family. For ourselves. Thoughts full of "what if" and "I wish" and "if only I'd known"s. Would it have changed anything? Would you still be here? You may not have realized that, while you were hurting, you were helping others heal. And we will remember. ❤❤
Rip Crawly.
Why? Why is it so much easier to believe the bad in ourselves as opposed to the good? Why can't we look past our flaws and our damaged pieces and celebrate the greatness that we hold within ourselves? Why is it easier to choose death than to choose to continue living?
You are more loved than you know. Never think, even for a moment, that you have not touched the lives of others around you. The ripple effect is endless.. And when you're gone, you leave so many people mourning your absence and feeling guilty, thinking that maybe, just maybe, we could have done something if only we'd known how much you were truly hurting.
The clouds continue their slow, lazy trek across the sky. Traffic from the freeway is as busy as ever, birds chirp in the distance and people carry on with their daily lives as though nothing has happened. We know differently. Many people are crying for you. For your family. For ourselves. Thoughts full of "what if" and "I wish" and "if only I'd known"s. Would it have changed anything? Would you still be here? You may not have realized that, while you were hurting, you were helping others heal. And we will remember. ❤❤
Rip Crawly.