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Day 1094.

It's unbelievable how your mind and body can remember a day that was purposeful, good or bad. For the last few days my subconscious knew this day was coming, because it comes every year and my subconscious knows that it was a mournful day even though it isn't any different than any other day without him.

I'm starting to forget things about him. Little things like his scent or his jokes and if his videos weren't all over YouTube, I'd forget his voice too. In three years I don't sleep with the light on anymore. I removed the TV from the room and slowly got rid of his clothes and shoes as I moved out of grief and into equanimity.

But I miss him every day.

Exactly the same as this time three years ago.

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Melissa said…
It's interesting how the mourning process works man. I'll always be sad for your loss. No one should have to lose their spouse so young. Sorry man.

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