I think about you every moment of every day, whatever I’m doing, wherever I am, I am never more than a few breaths from thinking of you. This is life after death I guess, so much finality in death yet no separation in love, it’s hard to bear.
The year is ticking on, the sun is shining, I think of how you loved it. School assemblies, Easter and my birthday have passed but still you’re there, every moment of every day. I go to sleep and there you are in my dreams but never here with me, never close, avoiding me and drifting away.
The garden is blooming, the birds are back, everything I do I wonder what you would make of. Every single time I drive up the long wide winding road towards our home, I well up, every single day, without fail I am choked. We worked so hard to be able to move somewhere so nice with our family and every day I am reminded of the first time we drove, so excited to see the house for the first time. I wonder if that will ever stop?
Is this a normal way to feel?
