I don’t know why today is different.
I don’t know why today I miss him more than yesterday or last month or two years ago.
Maybe it’s because I heard a song today that said something about ‘never looking into those eyes again’ and I’ve been bothered by that all day.
I don’t know.
On days like this, and there have been a few in the past 61/2 years, I just give in to the missing because I can’t do anything about it.
In fact, I’m playing his music on his IPod right now and it just feels right.
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March 8, 2015 @ 12:29 pm
You miss him because he is the other half of you. Widowhood; the gift that keeps on giving. Before my Mister passed, I told him that I would never get over him. I will long for him until the day I join him once again.
Lovelovelove to you,
Deborah
March 3, 2015 @ 9:53 am
There are times when the strangest things evoke the memory of my parents and a feeling of sadness. If we knew the triggers, we might avoid them, but they seem to just flood the mind unexpectedly. Also, for reasons I cannot fathom, I find myself mentally measuring dates as “my mother was alive” or “my mother was not alive.” Just one more mystery to me.