// Day 45//
It’s hard to believe that it has now been more than six weeks since I last spoke with you. I’ve been told that “denial” is one of the stages of grief. Maybe I’m still in that stage. Every day I wake up and it’s still near impossible to grasp the fact that I will never again see your face, get a warm hug from you or simply call you up about the Celtics game. Will it always be like this?
Part of me wonders if I should let go of some of the incessant thoughts I have floating in my head to make room for new, positive, opening and loving thoughts and emotions.
I am open and receptive to all the love and abundance of the universe.
Love. Love. Love.