Coming up on two years, it doesn't seem like it was much more that just a couple of months ago, the pain is so real still, it's not an everyday thing where I'm devastated but it's there in the recesses of my brain. It's triggered by a thought, a memory, a song, the look in the eyes of that little girl, going to her first music program and asking that guy upstairs why he wasn't allowed to be there to watch her, something one of the grandsons says, a place, a photo or sometimes it's nothing at all, just sitting there doing nothing and it hits me like a ton of bricks.
Did he know how much I loved him?
Does he know how much I miss him?
Does he know what I feel every time I find a penny?
If not, then it's even more unfair than I thought.
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