Sometimes we lose people and we don’t get to know why.

This is the hardest kind of loss.

Why were they taken?

Why couldn’t I say goodbye?

What happened?

Why couldn’t I stop it?

You don’t know…  our questions never get answered.

You just miss them.  Always.

Your moments with them play through your mind, you relive the laughs.

And the sadness when so suddenly, they were gone.

I’ll always wonder if we could have changed something.

Anything.  And you would still be here.

In two weeks it will be two years and sometimes I still feel haunted.

We miss you more than words can express. 


About peanutrwco

My memories are something that I treasure. Some memories I want to capture in writing because I want to be able to share them from generation to generation, others are just something I want to keep in my heart. Whether it's something that just happened or something that happened years ago, I want to have it to keep.
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2 Responses to Missing.

  1. elsie says:

    Those are haunting questions you ask. There is a deep sadness that comes through. I am so sorry for your loss.

  2. ccahill2013 says:

    I remember this tragedy and it makes me realize just how raw and on the surface those emotions are – as they were the day it happened. I’m so, so sorry. This is one instance where I feel like questions are not a good thing – they weigh so heavy on your heart.

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