This morning will mark three years since I've held your warm hand. Heard your snores. Felt safe knowing I was yours.
My life doesn't stop today as it did three years ago....although I partially wish it would. There are appointments to be attended, childcare to sort out and errands to run.
I'd like to lay in my bed and think of only you. To keen quietly and close my eyes to the empty side of our bed.
But I am terrified that by allowing myself to sink into the grief that still runs so deeply through my heart, I will fall back into that pit of loss. The dark and scary place where time does stop and all I feel is the loss of you.
So I fill my day. To the brim.
I will take the kids to the beach with our notes for you attached to helium balloons. I'll barely allow myself that hour to let the sadness sink in...I need to keep my heart up and my eyes sharp for my little ones.
When this tradition is fulfilled I will begin running again. Focusing on dinner and bathtime. Fingernail clipping and playing referee to intermittent sibling discord.
But after the night has brought quiet and our two children rest, I'll truly feel the loss of you. I'll remember that first night without you. The enormity of the loss. The confusion and unbelievability found in your death. I will cry out for you. I will hold the last dirty shirt of yours close and attempt to smell the long lost scent of you. I will wonder at the ability of others who naively went about their day unaware of this day's significance. And I will miss you as fiercely as I did that first day.
I love you, Jeffrey, with all my heart. I miss you still. And I don't think I can, or will, ever stop.