It’s the morning after you left and it feels a lot more quiet now even when it’s usually mom’s voice we hear in the background. The sound of your voices together always sounded like the nicest song to listen to in the morning.
“… no matter what we are still blessed.”
“… families should be together.”
I miss you so much already.
Now there’s an empty seat at the table, there’s an empty place in the car, there’s always one person missing from my sight, a missing spot on the bed.
I will never get used to not having you here. So everyday my heart will ache til you’re home with us again.