Unexpected tears
Q
would have been 29 on January 7th. I
have his ashes and say hello to
him every
morning. Some may think this is morbid,
but it makes me feel
connected. Most days
are good and are better than the day before.
The intense
loss is still there and I’m sure it
will always be so. I had a contractor today
to install plantation shutters in my place. He
said he noticed he triangular
flag which is
given to family after a family member
passes. He asked about Q. I
didn’t allow
myself to cry but when I told him why I had
the flag my throat closed
to only share the
minimal details. I cannot share to much or
open this door. If
I do I may not be able to
stop. Last night I must have cried as when I
woke up
this morning my pillow was wet. I
think I cried as I sometimes do. In the
daytime I try to keep busy but when I am
alone, I sometimes find myself crying.
The
pain is intense. It is indescribable. Tears are
hard to understand. They roll down my
cheeks even when I don’t expect them to. I
miss my son more than I
can say. A friend
said Q was my work of art. I feel he was.
The best thing I will ever do.