“Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.”
One day before today was yesterday. And as it always does my body and my soul knew that tomorrow would be today. The 8th. The thirtieth 8th since you’ve been gone. I was traveling and knew I needed to find my strength to carry my grief with me. As I rode in the taxi I passed by the spot we spent when we traveled together and you were 10 and we got caught in a downpour and we laughed and laughed. As I arrived at my hotel I saw on the opposite corner the store where you worked. A few hours later as I exited the hotel elevator the Waltz of the Sugar Plum Fairy drifted through the lobby. My stomach momentarily seized. And last night as I tried to calm my mind in bed, music that you put on my iPad many years ago was on the TV. And when I was done sobbing I knew. I knew that you were there. With me. Watching over me. With me.