The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

A year has come and passed; it’s unbelievable that a year ago, we all surrounded your bed, hoping that you would give us a sign of hope that you would still be with us fighting to stay with us.
A year ago today, my last words to you were I love you, and I pray that you were listening.
I needed it so bad for you to jump up and respond to that I love you because I felt if you could do that, there was no way you could leave me.
Love is strong love is not supposed to pull people apart; it’s supposed to keep us together, and as long as I kept telling you how much I love you, how would you possibly leave me and be content.
I know and understand that your leaving us was out of your control; it was your time, and who are we to fight against time.

Yes, it would indeed be unfair to get mad with time because I feel like it took you too fast and way too soon. But, yes, you lived 89 years of life filled and struggled not to back.

Yet again, I am angry because you’re not here to make me smile with your silly stories about your upbringing as a young girl or how you would come out of the blue and ask me about my love life. I miss how you would laugh after hearing my response of I’m not checking for no man because they are just too much trouble, and I already have enough problems in my life.

You always made sure to tell me to find good men who Would be willing to love, respect, and take care of me. So my response to you was always; I’ll take care of myself the best I can because I have to learn to depend on myself and no one else.

I miss seeing you.
I miss hearing your voice.
I miss your big personality that would take over your room.
I miss your smile.
I miss having the ability to say I love you and hearing you say back.
I know where ever you are in heaven, you are watching over me, and I hope that whatever it is that I’m showing you, you are still proud of me.

Matter how much time goes by, there will never be enough time to heal the hole in my heart because you are the one that holds the key to my incomplete heart.

P.S. I love you, and please keep giving us the strength to come to terms with the fact that our lives have never been the same since you left.

Instead of saying goodbye, I’m going. I love you because goodbye is final. I understand that I will never have to say goodbye as long as I keep you in my heart. I love you❤️
Ms. Butterfly Genesis 🇩🇴