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. Of course sometimes it seems like forever and that's 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 is much harder without him……