Meg this is so true and touching. One of the reasons I joined Medium was to write down my grief through words. It has helped, but my birthday without my best friend and her birthday are coming- the first one. It seems as if I’m holding my breath. I still write on her wall, and in my memories almost everyday something pops up from her. You’ve captured everything so perfectly. It was bittersweet reading your beautiful poem.

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