So now I look like I've been run over by a mack truck this morning and it's only 9 am. May 19 has been marked with a sad face on my calendar for months now but it has crept up on me. I am being as vague as I can possibly be because it just hurts right now to be more open. Time does heal and generally, I am okay. But on this day, on the 7th anniversary, it hurts and it makes me sad.
I text my husband this morning just to remind him of the day and to ask him to say an extra prayer for our angels who watch over us, and when I did, I broke. The flood gates opened and I cannot close them. I wish I could go see him today but I am not near him, but then again he is not even in that place where we left him. He is in heaven and that makes it a little better knowing that. Sometimes I feel selfish and want him here to meet my children. To play on the floor with them. To teach Jon Walker to play soccer as they are so much alike. To make Kennedy laugh as they share their dimpled cheeks. And just to be my brother and friend.
