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November 30, 2022

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I always will. 💗 © Chelsea Ohlemiller: www.hop

I always will. 💗
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You are missed. 💜 © Chelsea Ohlemiller: www.ho

You are missed. 💜
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I was fifteen and lying in the middle of my living

I was fifteen and lying in the middle of my living room floor, sobbing. I couldn’t control my emotions. I’d just broken up with my first boyfriend and I felt like my insides were simultaneously on fire and also being torn from my skin. It was my first experience with heartbreak, at least of this magnitude. This was the worst kind of pain, I was sure of it.

I was in college and sitting in my boss's office holding a phone that had already been disconnected on the other end. I was frozen, tears streaming from my face, after listening to the news that was just delivered. My grandmother, one of my best friends, had just lost her battle with cancer. She was gone. The next time I would see her she would be in a casket. Right then in that moment I knew this was the worst kind of pain, I was sure of it.

I was sleeping on the couch of my childhood home when my mother woke me in tears. My first friend, the closest thing to a brother I ever had, had been in a car wreck and consequently the ICU of a local hospital. I visited him for days, finally headed back to college when I got the call to turn around and head back. I drove as fast as I could and as I parked the car I saw my dad walking towards me. I knew immediately my friend was gone– too soon and much too young. There, in the middle of a parking garage, I knew this was the worst kind of pain, I was sure of it.

After years of hiding an addiction that wasn’t mine and battling the consequences of being married to an addict, I told him it was over, that we were over. After years of emotional turmoil and trauma I dragged myself to the lawyers office and filed for divorce. I felt like a failure for not being able to save my marriage or the man with whom I shared a name, but motherhood changed my priorities and the ones worth rescuing. And as I sat in the courtroom signing papers to seal the fate of our broken family and walk into the future with so many unknowns, I knew this was the worst kind of pain, I was sure of it.

And through the years I kept learning pain, immense and immeasurable pain.
My final living grandparent died.
A classmate.
Another family friend.
A mentor…CONTINUED IN COMMENTS…

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The next thing you know a normal day turns into a

The next thing you know a normal day turns into a day that will change everything, one you will never forget in the cruelest of ways.

The next thing you know, you’ll be forced to say a final goodbye– the kind of goodbye unlike any you’ve ever experienced. The kind of goodbye that will impact every single thing to come and every single piece of who you are and who you will be.

The next thing you know, you’re making arrangements and attempting to choose a casket, urn or headstone, items that feel impossible to select, for they are items you never knew you’d need so soon.

The next thing you know, you’re standing at the front of a church next to a casket filled with someone unforgettable, someone you’re not sure you can live without, though the world keeps telling you otherwise. You stand still and listen as countless people come to pay their respects while you remain in denial, numbed by a reality that simply cannot be.

The next thing you know, you’re looking at a hole in the ground that will serve as the final resting place for the greatest woman you’ve ever known. You’re staring at the visual representation of what your heart feels like, emptied and hollow. You will bury someone you love while also burying portions of yourself too.

The next thing you know, you must stand and walk away from the fresh grave and the unmarked plot. You will walk away from all of this in survival mode, while all the passersby see strength. They don’t know the delicate differences between the two. You do.

The next thing you know, life goes on for everyone around you as if nothing has changed. As if the world hasn’t suddenly become a foreign place– harder to stand and harder to breathe. As if you’re not paralyzed by an absence that you cannot comprehend and certainly do not accept.

The next thing you know, the holidays arrive with an empty seat. The ‘firsts’ that everyone warned you about, are arriving at a rapid pace. Birthdays without her. Holidays without her. Celebratory moments and sorrowful moments, all without her. You want to scream. You want to run. You want to hide…CONTINUED IN COMMENTS…

I know it’s not possible but it doesn’t make m

I know it’s not possible but it doesn’t make me want it any less. 💗💗💗
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