Missing him so heavily these past few days. One of the harder moments of grief is when we are just living life, doing the day to day routine, working, walking down the street, driving somewhere, watching a Netflix series, cooking dinner…and it occurs to us that they are dead and not coming back.
For this split second, the world stops again. And no one can really understand or console, because it happens so fast.
In these tiny ways, like paper cuts, grief comes again and again, out of seemingly nowhere, with the vicious reality that reminds us…they are gone for good.
Then I think of where he’s at, where I want to be…and I just miss him even more.
When I get to where you are…
The many tears I shed since you left..
Won’t matter anymore.
The pain. For us both….dissipated.
When I get to where you are…
Everything will be just as it should be again.
When I get to where you are..
We will catch up on everything and you will tell me you have been watching over me.
You never really left completely.
When I get to where you are…
It will feel like both forever and just a small amount of time went by since I last hugged you so tight.
When I get to where you are…
The longing will stop. I will have no more questions. Because they won’t matter once I get back to you.
So leave the porch light on for me up there.
Because I know you are waiting…
To be one of the first ones to welcome me home…
When I get to where you are.
~The AfterGlow
Grief Graffiti 
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