To celebrate my successes. To encourage me to go further. To push me to do better. To hug me when I feel I’m failing. To love me.
He’s supposed to be here.
He’s not dammit.
I did a fantastic workout… one that I had previously been unable to complete…and as I did the final stretches… I wanted to look up at his chair and see him there encouraging me and smiling down at me and telling me how proud he is.
Who am I going to share all the small successes with? Who’s going to understand and be there to hug me when I pass my 25 in 5 and finally get to play?
I miss him so much.