Triggers

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I walk along alone,

My mind is waiting to pull that trigger, 

What will it be ?

A picture? A song ? A smell ?

A stray memory?

That ambulance with lights flashing 

A vist to a Doctors or hospital 

Most we can control

But there is always one

Something unexpected on t.v.

And the tears flow.

Hearing somebody shout their first name

Looking at their favourite food

That special day

That special place 

Triggers are crazy,we can't control 

So let the tears flow. 

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  • I know what you mean, it makes things feel odd. I think our minds are helping us process things when we talk about our loved ones. We want to share our stories, and the life we shared with that person. People don’t seem to be able to know what to do. I said to one of my husband’s friends that, “I didn’t want him to be forgotten”. He said, “He won’t be”, but still wouldn’t have a conversation with me. It is a very strange feeling. Sending hugs to all. Kate. Xxx