Sometimes I almost “forget” he is gone

Four years out from Adrian’s death, and sometimes it almost feels “normal” to me. New homes; new jobs; and an energetic little one running around—it could almost be a different lifetime.

And then it hits me, heavy and sudden; the pain flooding in with immediacy. And part of that pain is always accompanied by the interruption of this normalcy.

It hurts to remember. It also hurts to forget.

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