Oh, boy… if you were going for wistful, bitter sweet tears, you got ‘em! Puck loved and was loved, and it hurts when that love no longer has a place to go. We know this path well at this point, and we understand, intellectually, that this is the way things will go - and even that this is how it will feel. That never makes it easier, and maybe we’re really masochists? But no… it’s that unconditional, omnipresent love we crave - and are allowed to give - that we really want. As you grieve, you’ll find new places to put the “Puck love”, but the best parts are the memories. And you have 15 years-worth of those! I cry for you and with you, with that beautiful boy in my mind.
Oh, boy… if you were going for wistful, bitter sweet tears, you got ‘em! Puck loved and was loved, and it hurts when that love no longer has a place to go. We know this path well at this point, and we understand, intellectually, that this is the way things will go - and even that this is how it will feel. That never makes it easier, and maybe we’re really masochists? But no… it’s that unconditional, omnipresent love we crave - and are allowed to give - that we really want. As you grieve, you’ll find new places to put the “Puck love”, but the best parts are the memories. And you have 15 years-worth of those! I cry for you and with you, with that beautiful boy in my mind.
Oh, Gwenda, I'm so sorry! I know Puck loved you as much as you and Christopher loved him. Sending you much love and many hugs!