I can keep myself as busy as a bee. Pre-approving a mortgage. Searching for condos. Putting offers on condos. Talking to people. Having supper with friends.
But the minute everything quiet downs, for even a second and I take a minute to breath. I realize that you are not here to share. I end up missing you. I want to hear your voice, your opinion on things.
I walk around the house discussing thing with you to dead ears. Somehow it makes me feel closer to you. You can't hear me but I feel like I am talking to you while I prepare supper or do the laundry. Who am I kidding, I do not cook anymore.
You are not dead but you might as well be.
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