Tag: mourning
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Letter to Myself — When the Pain Feels Like Truth
I sat in silence before Paul’s grave, candles flickering against the red earth. No words. Just the weight of everything we never got to finish. He walked beside me when no one else did—through doubt, through chaos, through fire. This isn’t just grief. It’s memory. It’s love that refuses to die.
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Paul, London Service – After Thoughts
aul, we just attended your service in London. The room was full, overflowing with love and remembrance. I spoke for you, but it wasn’t enough. My thoughts of you have been consuming me, and I feel we need another moment—one that truly reflects who you were. Maybe in the South of France, where we can…
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A Letter to Paul – you were not just a friend… you were… The Friend
Paul, I don’t know how to write this because no words feel enough.No sentence can fully explain what you meant to me, what you were in my life, and the unbearable silence you’ve left behind. You weren’t just a friend—you were the friend.The one I could call when life made no sense.The one who didn’t…