There are the big days when I think of you; your birthday,
the day you died, Father’s Day…all the holidays that you’re no longer here for.
Then there are the small days when I just miss you. The ordinary,
nothing special days, when I wish I could call you, tell you about work, ask
your advice, hear you laugh again, hug you one more time, tell you about
something I saw that reminded me of you…at the end of the day, those ordinary
moments are what I hold on to and what I will try my hardest to never forget. Today
is a small day, right now is one of those moments.
What I long for most is a picture of us, so I can revisit a
memory…but all I have are a handful of memories that fade a little more each
day. I rely on those who knew you to keep your memory and spirit alive, and tell
me things about you that I wouldn’t have known.
It's true what people say, that it gets easier but we never get over it.
Grief is an interesting thing; most days I'm ok. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning.
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