In memory of my dearest Boris

On that fateful day, two years ago, my world was ripped from under my feet. In splits of seconds, I lost you, I lost the life I knew, and the hopes and dreams that used to push me forward. The accident came without a warning. It crushed my body, heart, and soul…the price I paid for surviving…without you. There is only the sudden horror, the wrench of being torn apart; empty pit…and a reminder that nothing is permanent. In splits of seconds, the bliss is replaced with:

• the shock,
• the trauma.
• the denial,
• the fear of unknown,
• the bargaining,
• the unanswered prayers,
• the broken body,
• the broken heart,
• the sleepless nights,
• the physical pain,
• the existential crisis…

when my breath is crushed under the weight of silence and all that it means.

Somehow, I am surviving all that and begin to break through this dark heavy cocoon…spreading my wings steadily, moving toward the light. Hope and new dreams start filling my soul again.

And that is how I survive.

That is how you would want it to be my dearest Boris️…

In your honor I will continue to persevere and give myself a chance at life…a new life with even more grit and grace. I know you would have loved that. At the same time, I will always be remembering

• the laughter,
• the irrepressible spirit,
• the generous heart…

the only memories of you that really matter ❤️

I will still cry.

But this time with loving reflection more than hopeless longing.

You are and will always be loved.

Rest in peace my darling. ️💛❤️💛❤️ 💛