It’s the 25th of the month. Maybe that won’t stand out to me as much after the first year or maybe it always will, who knows. It’s been 11 months without him. I haven’t seen or heard him recently, he hasn’t been in my dreams. I miss him. Sometimes I even get angry with him…

It’s not that the grief gets ‘better’ just more tolerable; how much hurt can you hold today? Some days it’s debilitatingly more than others. Some days I drift off into a memory and shake my head to come out of it to get back to the present. How can I explain I was thinking of……

9 months without him. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have him back.

It’s the 25th of the month, eight months since he left. Things have started coming together in big and small ways; I’m grateful to notice that and appreciate how hard I’ve worked hard to cultivate the good and how important relationships have been in enduring. But not a minute goes by that I’m not missing…

I dreamt of Linus. I “woke up” and felt Lucy in the crook of my elbow, looked over and saw him staring at me wide eyed and waiting. (Like the picture) he’d do this sometimes with his big saucer eyes, a little unnerving when I couldn’t figure out what he wanted but ultimately funny. Unlike…