06/19/2026
My brain is lost today. My body feels off; it feels weak and tired. It's been 1.5 years since I last had you in my lap, since we got to kiss your face and stroke your hair.
We are doing all the things we promised you we would do. We are surviving; we told you we would be okay, and we are doing our best. But also the words that linger on my brain the most the last time we saw you are that we will see you soon and it will feel way longer for us than it will for you. I crave for that day so much. I want to hold you so badly my arms hurt without you in them.
Every month on the 19th at 2:15 my watch reminds me that was the time of our last goodbye. The day haunts me every month.
But to turn pain into survival we stay busy, we play golf, and go to sports events and coach, we ride our bikes, and take your cousins places, we paint banners, and volunteer, we travel some and explore, and are outside as much as possible. And you show up now in the sky, or in the numbers we see, or by seeing your favorite things when we need them most.