Days go by | The Grief Toolbox

Every night I lay awake

Praying for sleep,

But sleep won't come.

Every day I go to work

Acting normal when

I'm anything but.

I pick up the kids,

Homework and such,

Dinner and baths.

Then I'm alone,

In the quiet night,

With only my thoughts.

Memories of us,

Days gone by.

Things that will never be.

People don't get me.

They don't understand.

And never will.

So if I seek out

The arms of someone new,

Don't judge me.

No one can replace him,

And never will.

But I can find solace.

Even for a night,

Maybe more,

How sweet to feel peace.

Good night my angel.

See you soon.

I'm coming home.

About the Author

My name is Nicki. My husband, Bryan, was hit by a drunk driver on March 27, 2013. He was life flighted to the hospital. The next day I was told there was no hope of him recovering from his injuries. I have lost my Dad and Grandfather, but nothing has ever come close to the pain that I feel since his accident. Every day became a struggle with no hope for relief from the pain. I started writing about Bryan and this new life without him and found some comfort and hope to give comfort to others.

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