When I was six I
started therapy. I remember a brunette, on the shorter side, with olive skin. I
remember talking to her for a little bit in a dimly lit room, then we went into
the play room. This is where I have most of my memories. I remember playing life
or death. She was always on her death bed and I couldn't save her. She was
dying. I do remember the death. I would surround her with paper bricks and make
her lay down and pretend she was dead. When we were done she would talk to my
parents while I read to myself. I felt different.
You will be missed so much. Chris and I love you with all our hearts. You left us to soon. If only we had one more time with each other. To hug. To laugh. To call on for advice. I was blessed to have known you as long as I did. Thank you for helping raise my husband. Being such a great role model for my children and grandchildren. Thank you for your love and admiration. Till we meet again ♥
little games we played as innocent but had deeper meanings !
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