Faced my 10 year mark last month. So I sat and thought …. 1 Decade, or 10 years, or 120 months, 520 weeks or 3653 days. ??? What does it matter really?
I took about 10 minutes just to crap him out. Yes, I am pissed off that he died. Ok, at times, this isn’t constant. I miss him, but this also isn’t a constant. Do I need him? Some times for than others. And do I love him? Most definitely, absolutely, certainly, positively, unquestionably, without a doubt, undeniably YES.
So my most wonderful brain bubble was that no matter how much time goes by, no matter what experiences I go through, and believe me it’s been a helluva decade, I know that I will love him until the day I die and beyond.
I’ve come to the realization that even though I smile and laugh and have fun, sometimes I think of him and wonder what it would have been like for him to hear that joke, go on that ride, experience this or THAT J.
‘You live in a little place inside my heart and every so often I hear an echo, feel a memory, and remember your constant smile’