Thirty-Seven Nights

photo © 2009 Flavio | more info (via: Wylio)It has been thirty-seven nights since Erica passed away.  The days are filled with work and responsibilities.  But when I stop moving and rest my head on the pillow, thoughts of Erica enter my mind.  Last night I was picturing the last time I saw her.  What she was wearing, the smile on her face, and where we were.  Naturally I start to cry.

Each week a little healing occurs.  But each night continues to be a struggle.  It's been said that time is a great healer.  I don't believe we are truly ever "healed" from a loss of a loved one.  I believe we may come to terms with it, accept it, and have faith that everything will be okay.  But some hurt will still be there. 

As each night passes I will grow a little stronger.  When the sun rises I will be grateful for what the day will bring.  Each of us are blessed we had Erica in our lives.  If only for a little while. 

The Nights are Hard

photo © 2009 Alex Porteous | more info (via: Wylio)

My heart gets heavy each night before bed.  My eyes tear up and I have a good cry.  Thoughts of Erica enter my mind.  The things I said, the things I never will, and all the things I wish I did different.  I always thought we would have tomorrow.  Maybe when life was less busy we would have time to spend together.  It never dawned on me that we might not get the chance. 

They say that the best lessons in life are learned the hard way.  This is one hard lesson, with no second chances.  So, if your reading this and you have a sister, brother, mother, or father that you would like to spend more time with.  Don't wait, seize the moment.  We never know what tomorrow holds.