05/04/2026
I should have one more basket to fill this year…
but life had other plans.
There should be one more name.
One more set of eggs hidden in the yard.
One more little basket sitting with the others.
But there isn’t.
Everything else still gets done.
The baskets still get filled.
The candy still gets bought.
The traditions still happen.
But there’s always that moment…
where it feels incomplete.
Like something is missing that no one else can see.
The empty space isn’t loud.
It doesn’t stop the day.
It doesn’t change how everything looks to everyone else.
But to me?
It’s everywhere.
In the quiet.
In the in-between moments.
In the way my heart feels heavier than it should on a day that’s supposed to be light.
I should have one more basket to fill this year…
but life had other plans.
And that empty space?
I carry it with me… in every holiday, every tradition, every year that passes.
