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I miss you, Lola. It's been two weeks now since your passing. And over a week since I last saw your then cold, fragile hands I could no longer hold and keep warm under your blanket...
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I've always resorted to words when the absence of the ones I lost lingers. But damn. This is the worst state of being at a loss for any sensible statements. I've been trying to write something. Anything. For you. But I don't think I can ever properly formulate a eulogy 'coz words don't seem enough. No, they won't ever be enough...
Some of my friends have been wondering why I haven't posted anything yet. Part of me just wants to preserve the peace and quiet you've always shared with me. And I'm keeping them to myself and my fam instead. But I don't think I'm obliged to tell that to anyone so here I am in the safest place I can find (I hope it still is – I don't really care anymore lol).
I still stare at your empty bed every morning I wake up. I still shed tears at night before I go to sleep. I miss you more than words can ever tell. I will keep longing for your presence and warm hugs and I don't think I'll ever get used to this feeling. So maybe bits of updates everyday will do for now.. And I hope my daily handwritten letters for you, in whatever way my messages reach you up there, will let you know how much you're dearly loved and always remembered.
'Til the day I get to hold your hand again, Lola.
and when God takes you back we'll say, "Hallelujah, you're home."
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Updated on February 17, 2021
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