Some days we walk together, talking and sharing our day. Some days I can’t wait to tell you the funny thing that happened at work or the annoying thing I heard on NPR. Some days I feel your absence deep in my heart, in my very soul and it takes my breath away. It overwhelms me. Some days are both.
Some days I laugh at your antics as you play in the creek, in the yard. Some days I feel you as you lie close and keep me safe as I sleep. Some days my hand reaches out to touch you and I’m surprised when instead of the softness of your hair, I feel the emptiness of air. Some days I wonder at the cruelty of unconditional love contained by a too short life.
Every day I thank God I was blessed to have you, to know you, to love you. Every day I thank you for loving me and sharing your life with me. Every day I know I am better for having shared my life with you. Every day I try one more time to be the person you believed me to be.
Some days. Every day. Each day.
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