Realization

I expected that I would be shattered by all of this. Distraught. Broken. Teary-eyed. But I was wrong. The day that you left me was the absolute worst in the world. I have never been sadder in my life. With that said, how could I become any sadder on the anniversary of your death? I couldn't. I've carried around this sadness for so long, that it's unsurprising that I woke up and thought, "Another day. You are not here." I didn't cry, I couldn't. It was just a Thursday. Same as all the others.

My mom told me that you're probably watching us. I'm pretty sure it doesn't say that in the Bible, but you of all people would find a way.