Tonight, tears were not shed…..grief doesn’t always soak my face.
Instead, an empty feeling where the silence deafens.
It’s just me and my wine and a silent room where his voice once filled like pleasant interludes.
How arrogant to assume tomorrow is ours, that we own ourselves and the light that follows.
We are oh so fragile yet oh so strong.
We carry on, making memories. Because we know that where life is short, a memory is long. And it’s all we can do is make them.