This grief hits me so unexpectedly. One minute I am fastidiously tidying the kitchen and the next I am standing there crying over a vintage utensil that once was yours. Almost 6 months have passed and it still does not quite feel real. Sometimes I catch myself wondering what you are doing, making plans to come and visit. I drive up the street and look for your light. Peer over the fence, see if you are home. On really tough days all I wish for is a hug. You taught me to be strong but lately I fear I'm failing.

06/19/2017

Posted on 06/20/2017
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