Memory Returning After Loss

I’m remembering him again. Tonight I remembered his voice. I could remember how he said my name and would call me Camila Khanoom, Camila Queen. I could remember his kiss. I could remember his smile. 

It is amazing how trauma damages the brain. I know I’ve been in complete shock. From the day he died until today, more than five months later, I couldn’t remember his voice. 

As we wandered around today, every step brought another memory. A time, a look, a kiss, and then finally his voice. 

I’m the one wandering around with a random tear in my eye, as I generally appear to be working just like everyone else. 

Except I’m thinking of my murdered love and remembering his life that was too precious for words. 

About Camila

Based in Atlanta, but from the mountains of North Carolina. New widow of a man from Iran. Mother of one precious girl. Anti-human trafficking expert. Sister to 16 siblings (Yes, some of are adopted). Daughter of God.

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