The one year anniversary of the worst day of my life is coming up. I’ve dreamt of Linus twice in the last two weeks. I want to believe that he knows how hard it’ll be for me and has been appearing to reassure me. – – – Last night’s dream: I came home. We’re out…

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…