Little moments of grief still catch me.
A song. A sudden memory. An image. And I remember, and I am sad.
He’s not coming.
That reality still hurts.
His due date still sits on my Google calendar, an appointment I really wanted to keep.
For the most part, my life is not filled with reminders. But still there are moments when I think of him, and I miss him.
There is a strange comfort in the sadness because at least the emotion makes me feel his realness.
But there is nothing much I can do.
So, still I will wait.