still

So, you’re going about your day in the loveliest way. You arrived at your office a bit early for some quiet time – to write and read. And now it’s that time of morning so you duck out to your local cafe for a coffee and a little.something.to.eat. And just as you order you realise that Suzanne by Leonard Cohen is playing and you remember that it was her favourite song. And suddenly that far.too.familar.but.from.quite.a.while.ago.now grief has hit you out of nowhere. And you can’t really breathe so you’re sitting on the edge of a seat, waiting and willing those tears away. And you want her back. Almost more than you can possibly bear. To give you a hug and hold your hand and to tell you that your own baby girl is just beautiful and that you’re doing a terrific job. But she’s not there. She can’t be. And now he’s handing you your coffee and you’re walking out the door and that song is still playing.

Tags: baby love, coffee, grief, love, Sadness