A loss such as this leaves a chasm that never fully heals the pain that is endured. Like James, for months on end I'd turn, expecting the space to be filled, and the moment would be crushing. The only thing left to hang on to was the thought: what would he want me to do? It's trite, it's sentimental, and superficial. And yet somehow, it gave me something to hang on to.
This was brilliantly written, and this morning on a beautifully warm Autumn day, I'm gonna take a moment and remember all that was good and the gift of it all.
Thank you for this.