I’ve been handling it pretty well, I think.
Sure, I think about it often. Okay…every hour of every day.
But usually, it is at least with a mix of excitement and anticipation, in addition to the grieving.
Until some stupid little thing makes it a reality.
Makes it crash down on me in an unbearable crush and all I can do is cry.
Something so little and insignificant can drive me to my knees in prayer about it.
A thank you note arriving in the mail at church. Thanking our youth for sending an unexpected box of Valentine’s Day goodies to a church member college dorm address.
A box that my own sweet boy helped pull together and pack.
A box similar to one that this same sweet boy will be receiving next year in the mail.
To a college dorm address.
And I just sit here and sob at the thought.