I've been thinking about 'X' a lot these past few days. Maybe it was the move, maybe it's the weather. I don't really know what it is that's driving me to these thoughts. I miss his laugh, his smile. The way he said my name. I miss knowing I could call him right now if I needed to borrow a hammer. Or to vent about something. Anything.
I've told people that last March, I lost my partner. In January, I lost my best friend.
How does one move on? I have to remember that he would want me to move on. Grieving and remembrance should continue but I should also live my life now. Or try to. I'm having my moments. I think I've turned a corner of sorts. But I still cry for his memory. I wish he could walk Baxter again. I wish I could tell him a corny joke or hear his take on presidential politics - he would have LOVED this election cycle. God, he would have loved it.
I don't watch the news much to be honest. Primarily for that last line. The last time about a month ago I watched one of the Sunday morning shows, I picked up my phone to call him. And he will never be there again.
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