September 2, 2026
I miss having David to talk to about my day. I miss his advice. I miss his concern. I miss sharing good news with him. I miss his kindness. I miss hearing him say everything will be ok. I miss laughter. I miss being understood and I miss being loved and loving back. I miss who I was. Today has been one year and eight months since I experienced any of that. My heart has tried but it is so sad and remains like me…broken.
And no, he wouldn’t want this for me but that doesn’t change the huge void I experience everyday.
Grief is a rip current running alongside a powerful undertow. Carrying you away and also pulling you under at unpredictable times and with a force you get tired from fighting.