Another Sunday

It's Sunday again.

Right about now, I should hear you happily humming as you walk down the stairs to start the coffee.

As I lay in our bed, I should notice the familiar sound of the beans grinding. 

Soon, the smell of coffee should be thick in the air. 

There should be music playing in the kitchen.

And, any moment now, my phone should ding and the screen should light up with

- your name.

Right now, you should be sending me my "Good Morning Beautiful" text message.

The same familiar, heartfelt  3 word message you lovingly sent to me every single day.

You sent me this message to me every morning.

You sent this text on your way to work, or from home in our kitchen where you should be right now on this Sunday morning.

You should be making coffee and texting me from the kitchen table.

But, you're not here.

I'm spending another Sunday without you.





The only day I did not get my  "Good Morning Beautiful" text was November 15, 2016.

I knew something was wrong, and I was right.

And, nothing, not one damn thing, has really felt right since.


As I am typing this, we should be making bacon and eggs for breakfast.

I should be standing at the island cutting a roma tomato while you are contently

checking your emails on your iPad.

You should look over at me and slowly take off your reading glasses, without taking your eyes off me.

Then, I should hear you proclaiming,  "Honey, what do you want to do today?"

As you listen to me talk about our plans, you should start making toast on your favourite plain, white bread.

I should be mentioning something about how thickly you are slathering the butter onto the bread.

(But, I won't because you aren't here.) 

Right about this time, on cue, I should be squishing an avocado to see if it is ripe.

Like always, you'd notice things like this,

And, you wouldn't be able to resist making some goofy, off side comment.

And, now, in this moment,

I should be laughing because I can't believe you actually said that thing to me.


My laugh should be filling the room, but instead I only hear the clock ticking.  

I'm not laughing because there is nothing funny

about the fact that this scenario will never happen again.


Soon, you should be calling out my name to excitedly show me something on Facebook.

So, now, in anticipation,

I stand and wait quietly

-  I hope to hear you.

But, where the sound of your voice should be there is only the hum of the fridge.

(You can not call out my name because you died.)


We can not make breakfast together anymore - except in my mind.  

So, this morning,

I fondly remember our Sunday morning rituals.  

And, I carefully bring you back to life as I go about making my own coffee.  


Sometimes, I feel like you are still very much alive in my mind.

My memories give you life.

You take form in them.


Memories are not as fond when the other rememberer is no longer alive.

Now, my memories feel lopsided because you aren't here to

relive them with me.  


I desperately miss our life together.  

I miss our daily rituals.  

I miss the nuances between us.  

I do not think the 'missingness' will ever go away completely

because you will always continue to be missing from me.  

Now, I will have to find a way to live while I miss you.  

I have to find a way to complete our unfinished life...


In my mind, we should be cleaning up the dishes now.  

I should be doing my makeup while you shower.  

We should be getting ready to go out into the world, but we aren't.  

There is no 'We' anymore.  

There is only Me now.  

Life has profoundly changed.  

Instead of living my life with you, I am now writing about our unfinished life.  

Never in a million years would I have thought this is what I would be doing today, but here I am doing just this.



Mikey, you'd be especially proud of me today.  Yes, I am still missing our Sundays together, but I didn't die.  Only you did.  I have to LIVE.  I have to try to re-engage in life again.  So, this Sunday morning, I changed up our usual routine.  Instead of sitting in the living room drinking coffee without you, I am at the airport.  I am leaving for Europe because I can't spend another Sunday without you.  I have to spend it LIVING.

All my Love,




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  • Suzi Rappaport
    commented 2019-07-20 18:45:08 -0700
    Staci…I just saw your post… Your words have touched me to my core… And now look at you… Traveling and experiencing life-I love you-and I’m so very proud of you. You are my hero
  • Karen Lawrence
    commented 2019-07-19 17:21:54 -0700
    This. So this.
  • indie
    commented 2019-07-12 21:37:17 -0700
    Good luck Staci. I tried moving back to Hawaii which should have been instant “living”. That missingness for me has never quelled. I am always hopeful others can achieve it. Unfortunately its not in the cards for me. You are much younger than me though so maybe you will find the way……