It's just not the same.
February 19th, 2009
The other day, I was in my car and a song came on – one of my favorites, but this one was being sung by a different artist – a very good singer, but it just wasn’t the same. I try to find and follow all these little leads back to my Yvonne – sometimes I can get close to how she made me feel, but it’s just not the same. For example, I can smell the cologne she used to wear, because she knew it was my fovorite – I kept it! – but it’s just not the same as it smelled on her. And it certainly doesn’t make me feel the way I felt when she wore it. Sometimes I think it’s probably better – easier for sure – to just not go there… because it’s just not the same. Never will be, and that’s sad.
March 9th, 2009 at 5:11 pm
Today has been two years since my dad died. I agree that it is just not the same. I am sitting here wishing for one more smile, one more hug, just the sound of his voice. I know he is no longer in pain, but there is still that empty place in my heart. He is still greatly missed.
March 9th, 2009 at 5:47 pm
Someone told me the second year is the hardest – I’m finding that to be true. Perhaps you’re going to feel somewhat free now to move forward without be tripped up by missing your dear dad and knowing that it’s just not the same.