Some mornings...
I still catch myself thinking I should tell her something.
Something small.
Something that doesn't matter much.
Maybe about the coffee.
Something I saw outside.
Some little thing that would've made her laugh.
Then I remember...
She's not here.
And for a moment, the whole morning feels different.
That's the strange thing about grief.
It isn't always the big moments that hurt.
Sometimes it's the little ones.
The empty chair.
The side of the bed.
The quiet after you say something out loud...
And nobody answers.
You don't stop loving someone because they're gone.
You just have to learn where to put all that love.
Some days, I still don't know where to put it.
Maybe you don't either.
If that's where you are today...
You don't have to figure it all out.
Just get through today.
Tomorrow can wait.
I'll be here.
— Hank
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