So Many Things…

There are so many things I want to share… it feels like he’s with me all the time.

Sitting in the lobby of the swimming pool I can almost SEE him coming out with the boys.

I can feel him beside me while I wait.

I wanted his opinion of what to do about the party our 12 year old went to.  Instead, I had to make the decision on my own.  I didn’t have to raise the other two on my own.

He’s supposed to be here and it’s hard to reconcile that he’s not.

There are just so many things that don’t make sense without him.   So many things feel wrong.

I miss him.

I watched Grey’s Anatomy last night.   Mark Sloan died.  They had to turn off life support.  It was too much like his last day.


One thought on “So Many Things…

  1. Hadassah Hannah says:

    I feel your pain. I just had to enter a writing contest for him; not the first and it won’t be the last. I’m committed to doing what I can to bring his art — creative writing and photography — to the public. I think I’ve known him long enough that I can get away with pos(t)ing as him … and one variation of my initials is the same as his, so I can use any checks that might result. But that’s not mainly why I’m doing it.

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