For the first five months it was easier than I thought it would be. But I think I was in shock. Since we scattered his ashes, the shock has passed and the grief has spread to every nook and cranny of my being. I long for his mischievous sidelong glances.. the hugs, the conversations. He took my heart and I’m not sure how to move forward without it.
I don’t want to hear it will get better or your sorry for my loss as. I just want you to listen. The way he did.