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……