every day for me is marked by the absence of mike. i was telling a friend that there is not one moment, one experience that i don't think about him, that i'm not aware he's gone, that i wish he was here.
so time is a strange thing...but every month, on the 27th time catches up with me and i realize how far we're from mike's passing. today is four months. not very long. too long.
i have this thing that when i try to understand something i like to look up the basic definitions/origins of a word. so i looked up "four"
four...
the seasons
the gospels
chambers of the heart
your ring finger
i'm still not comfortable with it being 2009. mike doesn't have any existence in 2009.
i check-marked "widow" on a form for the first time. i thought i was going to throw up.
i ache a lot lately for his hugs, for his smell. i still have a lot of him in me, my heart, my mind...but i miss his physical presence.












