Death is not absence.
Your death is not your absence.
I don’t “miss” you the way I did when you were away for a month.
My mind knew when you were traveling and away.
My soul knows you are dead and only reveals this to my mind in fragments.
In grief, the original soul, often buried by the demands, concerns, and things of a physical world, is – in a strange way- uncovered and exposed…and also- in command again.