The kids and I miss my late husband every day.
We feel his absence. So many triggers. Yet I am grateful for all the memories and the moments. Even though it hurts. I’m grateful for the love.
Grief is missing. And Missing is Love.
“I believe in missing things. I enjoy the feeling of missing. It doesn’t have to imply pain or longing or need. It simply means I miss people. All sorts of people that come in and out of my life. I miss moments. I miss experiences. I miss landscapes. I miss time. I miss certain ages, I miss certain homes, I miss certain nights. And the sensation of missing is beautiful. It means we have memory. It means we feel. It means we were there and breathing and present. It means we were alive, and are still Alive. Missing is appreciation and sweetness, and humanness, and missing is love.”
by Victoria Erickson, Writer
9 May 2015