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Losing Me

And remember, no matter where you go, there you are.


I remember the day. It was two months after Michael was killed and I found myself sitting on our big red chair, laptop in hand. Tears welled up in my eyes as I scrolled through the hundreds of photos I had of Michael. It would take a moment till I finally realized what I was doing. As I passed through each picture I would only look at Michael. When I finally looked over at myself, the real pain settled in my heart. A pain that recognized that I had not only lost my soul mate, but along with him, myself.

The twinkle in my eyes, the smile on my face, the glow of having my love near-by…all those things were gone, and I felt like an empty shell staring at what it once was when a soul inhabited it.

I must say, three years later, I know that those expressions I shared  in the moments where I looked up at him, kissed his lips, held his hand…those moments will never be recreated, as they were exclusive to the man that unearthed them from the person I was before his love came into my life. Yet on another note, as I’ve healed,  as I’ve grasped back onto the core or who Taryn is,  I’ve learned to once again love the life that still is before me. New expressions are exposed…expressions of love, laughter, happiness, and contentment.

I no longer mourn the loss of the person I was when Michael was alive. I can look at those same photos that once brought me tears and smile reminiscing over the feelings I felt at that very moment, feelings that manifested out of the rubble in a new form, shaped to the life I never thought I’d have, the life I will look back on in photographs with happiness…happiness over the person I once was, the person I became, and the person I continue to court on this strange, alien yet beautiful, life I call my own.

2 Comments Post a comment
  1. Beautifully said. ❤ u

  2. katherine selber #

    Taryn, I continue to be inspired by your writing. Seeing you on this journey, having met you two years ago I reflect back. I look at these photos and I remember I too once cried when I saw them. Now, I look at your face in the photos and I too see something different. I fix on the smile on your face then, complete happiness. Knowing you now I feel an inner peace just seeing your face now with smiles and eyes that do light up when you are doing your magic which is spreading the word about your hero, what it is to be a young widow of these wars. I love you. Katherine


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