The Change in Me.
Today I had to go get a copy of Corey’s and my birth certificate. The lady asked me why or names sounded so familiar. I told her it was because Corey was murdered.
She took a better look at me, and said yes, that was it. She gave me her condolences, and asked how I am able to handle this burden… because she would “be a mess”.
This is what I told her: I am a mess. But I’ve had to deal with this twenty-for hours a day, and this is still new to you, because you can think about it less often.
Its like being a body builder. If I told you that you had to carry a thousand pounds, you would tell me I was nuts. But if you practiced every day… eventually you could carry it.
Its still a thousand pounds, that hasn’t changed, only you have.
The weight of Corey’s death hangs on my shoulders every hour of every day. Its not going to change.
But I have.
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