Dear Joe Z., I love you. You know that. Always have. Always will. But Ive had to give myself permission to move forward. I almost feel guilty saying it, yet I feel empowered and released at the same time. I gave you my whole heart, and I let you keep it... even in your death... You gave me three beautiful, smart, funny, awesome children who have blessed my life tremendously. I wish you were here to help me raise them. I wish you were here to balance me out, let me know when Im being too strict or not strict enough. I wish you were here to teach the boys how to take the car apart and put it back together, I wish you were here to take them fishing and teach them about gardens and plants, I wish you were here to build things with them. They miss you. I wish you were here to scare off the boys from Samara. I wish you were here to tell her how beautiful she really is and to show her how she should expect to be treated. She misses you too. You gave me acceptance and love. I will never forget that. I will never forget why I fell for you. I will never forget you. But its been eight and a half years since you left this earth. And I have to give myself permission to let go... It wont change that I loved you.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 04:15:26 +0000
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