Monday I randomly started thinking about him.

Tuesday missing him began to suffocate me.

I needed to hear his voice so I combed my voicemails.

I couldn't find them.

My cries were brewing and eventually erupted.

I called my mama.

I found them.

They were archived.

Wednesday I saw a red cardinal flying around my back yard.

I felt peace.

That evening, another friend was gone.

I hugged my husband tightly.

I cradled his head in my arm.

We sighed.

Thursday I cried some more.

Thursday I slept.

Thursday I didn't work.

Thursday I slept some more.

It's still Thursday.

Christmas is next Friday.

My heart hurts.




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