I have a routine: dog walk, coffee, dog park, yoga.
I stick to this routine most days and it seems normal, yet once a week, I finish doing yoga and get overwhelmingly sad.
Then I realize why: it's Thursday, the day you died.
My subconscious mind realizes said fact well before my conscious mind does, and it's not until I am saying 'namaste' that the sadness comes.
I then sit down and let the sadness take over, for minutes, for hours, for however long it takes. I muster up some courage and get on with my day, knowing that coming home from work will be just as sad.
This is the grieving process. This has to happen.
You should be here, bathing in the sun with your brother and snuggling up close to me at night.
It's not enough to say that I miss you. A piece of me is missing.
I stick to this routine most days and it seems normal, yet once a week, I finish doing yoga and get overwhelmingly sad.
Then I realize why: it's Thursday, the day you died.
My subconscious mind realizes said fact well before my conscious mind does, and it's not until I am saying 'namaste' that the sadness comes.
I then sit down and let the sadness take over, for minutes, for hours, for however long it takes. I muster up some courage and get on with my day, knowing that coming home from work will be just as sad.
This is the grieving process. This has to happen.
You should be here, bathing in the sun with your brother and snuggling up close to me at night.
It's not enough to say that I miss you. A piece of me is missing.