Saturday was four years.

1460 days. 208 weeks. 4 years.

Some days it’s like he never died and it’s all raw and horrible.  Sometimes it seems like forever and that can be just as horrible.  Most day it just is….and I am not generally unhappy with my life.

But I still miss him.  I hate that Helene and Luc don’t have their father, that Michael doesn’t have his son and that the life we wanted to have, didn’t happen and cannot be.

Mostly I just miss what he made me feel.

Life feels much harder without him……