So, Karl Kopitske, tomorrow is creeping up slowly. This is 6 years. Its on a Friday again, which kinda sucks more, but also kinda doesnt matter at the same time. Lately, things are so chaotic, and so overwhelming... I dont know, I try so hard not to do the what if thing, where I picture him here. Lately, whether its loneliness, or fatigue, or current events, or just time and nature, I find myself overwhelmed again, and I miss him so much more. Not all the time, just sometimes. I look at everything around me, and see him in it - playing with the kids, bustling to get ready for school to start, doing his part (which I am sure would both amaze and terrify me) in Ferguson... Six years. Why does six seem so much harder than the last 3 have? Maybe its the forgetting, the letting go of things, and of memories, some deliberate losses, some Ive fought for but just cant hold. Anyway, rambling. Tomorrow will come and will go, like it does. And the next and the next, and on we go.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 04:04:08 +0000
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