A Part Of Us They’ll Always Be

And suddenly one day you need to wake up to a world that looks different, sounds different and feels different because they are not around. It’s always the little things that get you. Their favourite song, the food they disliked, the way their nose crinkled when they said no. Most days, you learn to live with this grief that seems to surround you like a coat that’s too big – not very comfortable yet keeping you warm. 

And then there are days like today that signify the very relationship that you can no longer physically celebrate because of that glaring absence, that vacuum that feels so suffocating that you cannot breathe. So you are forced to remember them in your memories, where you hold onto the image of them, the notion of them, the essence of them; knowing far too well that these will remain your connection to them until of course you meet again.