Ally died

A Story by Chelseawords

Everything just keeps moving on? Thats how this works huh? I guess that's the reality of what happens when your gone. The weather reporters will still report, they smile through the TV but they haven't a clue that part of the world feels a little more lonely without you. The people who hurt for you are lost, they now exist in a different way than the day before you left and they have to adapt to a new self practically overnight. They use one another to honor you and that helps sometimes ,for a sort time, but the dust settles and every one is standing with a different wound, their wound so individually unique that everyone ends up lonely in some way. The days are blossoming into weeks and the weeks into months and the weather reporters are continually laughing as the sun comes up. To stay sane and to enjoy the life we have, we have to process, we hear it often " the process". We find good ,we find reason , we find spirituality, we find all the positives that you left with us because ;well I guess that's what we have to do to respect you, because that's what you would have wanted. We can't stop living because you stopped living and that seams to be the only choice that we have. What a choice to be left with. I want a different choice, I want you to be able to read this but I guess you f*****g can't, so I don't watch the weather channel anymore.