One of the most wonderful things in the world is loving someone and spending so many years with them that the threads of your lives become intertwined, creating a glorious tapestry of memories and laughter and comfort and finding-home.
One of the most terrible things in the world is having that person ripped suddenly away. The design in the tapestry stops, frozen at that moment, and the previously woven threads feel sharp and cold. Those threads must remain - pulling them free will cause the entire weave to unravel - but it is painful to touch them.
Looking at photographs of Lissa is hard. She's alive in those moments, smiling, my friend who's only a call or email away. For the briefest flash, my brain forgets that she's out of reach and in that millisecond, I have peace.
She loved Corey Hart. I'm listening to his CDs right now, wishing I could enjoy the music, wishing it didn't feel so melancholy.
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