It’s going to be different

There are so many ways in which I am missing Burt. This is not unusual when mourning.

I believe that we face our loss uniquely, not just as individuals but at different points during any given day.

I awoke thinking about the Burt of many months past who was still communicative and sociable. I miss that Burt, as I mutter to myself on this dawning day. I miss his grip although I had often grimaced at his strength.

I miss him. I wish I had more time with him although I had often run out to take my time without him. My respite. I know I needed that time in order to make our time together easier, better. Now I wish I had more time with Burt.