Four years since I lost my best friend, husband, co parent and marital status all in one fell swoop.
DH, you remain missed beyond all measure.
I tread between worlds so I do not have to bear ‘was’ and ‘were’ and ‘would have been’ relentlessly, and always will. Time and death have nothing on love, as all the poets know.
Not a day for his children to be sad: we mark his birthday, not a death 10 days before Christmas. On another sphere he sees his daughter leave for school in a party dress, and he is glad.
No, not glad; gently amused, and full of love. I see your expression exactly, in my mind’s eye - one of the many places that you live.