I woke up this morning tired and somewhat sore from loading a moving truck yesterday. I worked through the usual Sunday morning routine and went upstairs to check in with the world. I saw a comment on Facebook and was slapped in the face.
So much has been going on this week that I spaced on today’s date. How eight years ago today, we lost Robbie.
When I mentioned it to Deb, she said maybe it’s part of the healing process.
Maybe. It’s not like I hadn’t been thinking about him this week as the date approached. But this week a friend’s mother died unexpectedly, collapsing during a lunch outing. One of Robbie’s nurses got married. I organized some pictures on my computer and there he was.
It does hurt less but he’s never far from my thoughts. His memory gets triggered at random times, from unexpected sources. We continue to periodically indulge in what if conversations, imagining the man he would be today.
It does hurt less, but does hurt.