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My grief is emotional, mental, physical and spiritual rollercoaster.
It comes in waves...waves that crash into me so hard it takes my breath away.
I will grieve for my son until the day I die.
His death is not something I can just "get over".
I am trying my best to learn with to live without him.
I will never be the person I was before Colt died.
Grief is the price I pay for love.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMTXV_iUMi7_6e9b6lQfnEbi9ioKoZ-nIs15N0Wu7JEFUT3tSFtF7lsnqTg1XkziCChHa-N82Cp5iWOiRzXmi_3wj0eS2P_obabDak_Kmw7iknJXb8DE8FK5OzqdaBgz3Pf4Q78fbKpo/w556-h551/MemoryOfColt.png)
Java Bean: "Ayyy, we dogs send lots of tail wags your way on this sad anniversary."
ReplyDeleteCharlee: "And we cats send lots of purrs."