It's a paradox.
The longer you're gone, the more I grieve.
It's a paradox: The longer you're gone, the more I grieve.
The more I wonder.
I grew up knowing the warmth of his smile and wonder if yours would've been just as sunny
I wonder if your voice would've sounded as similar, or if I would've been able to tell it was you even over the phone
I wonder if my jokes would make you laugh just as much, until your kind blue eyes started to water and you couldn't catch a breath
I wonder if you would've turned out to be my best friend, too.
The longer the time since I was a kid that December,
The more I wish for just one Christmas with you close.
I grew up holding on to vague flashbacks and wonder if I was on my tiny tip-toes to peer up into your little hospital bed
I wonder how the tubes and lights and sounds never scared you
I wonder when I understood it to be a paradox for only one brother to come home with us
I wonder when I'll go Home with you there, too.
About the Creator
Abby Gustafson
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Comments (2)
Sad. Very touching.
This was so heartbreaking. Sending you lots of love and hugs 🥺❤️