Tomorrow will probably be better. The day of is usually easier than the day before. Actually, today was just fine until I saw a bunch of couples together in their homes social distancing on social media and it broke me.
Sometimes my contentment is real, deep, and true. Other times it feels based on busyness and distraction.
It does no good to sit around and think how much we would have loved these days together, but sometimes that truth just hits me like an undeniable truth tsunami.
I didn’t see this one coming. The trigger could probably have been anything. But that’s grief. Over time the waves get more spread out, but are also more surprising.
We had so much fun those few years we were alive together. He moved slow and we savored each hour we had together. We really did. Very consciously and purposefully. Though we had no idea how fast they would end.
It should have been our six year anniversary. This world is so broken.
But this is not the end of the story.