Still

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.

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  1. Ann Gibson says

    He still is…he is more alive than you and I… and he is in your Father’s arms and your Father gathers all of your tears in a bottle.

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