Sinking in- more and more each day.
You have died.
You- who was with me when I fell in love, who was with me when I dated, when I got engaged, when I got married, on my honeymoon, when I first saw my child’s heartbeat, in the birthing room…you were with me.
“You have your wonderful memories”- people say.
But the memories too are cut off, truncated, not whole- and so much less beautiful than they used to be when we shared them.