I went back to work today. I took the same route. The same people said hello. The same people didn't. The work was there. The emails were there.
But I have changed.
You aren't here. You can't be called. I can't visit you.
We still have to clean your apartment, and we're weary with grief.
But, we are moving forward and learning to live without you.
I can feel the peace of God surrounding me. He promises to , "Be close to the brokenhearted." He is proving that.
"How lucky I am to have had something that makes saying goodbye so hard." Winnie the Pooh