When Everything Comes To Ash

Today is a great day.

After much rest, after all the tearing, after you finally understand that you can’t turn the clock around, today is exceptionally calm and beautiful.

We are busy getting his favorite food. We talk about him and not cry. I told him “Good morning!” when I’m awake. I cleaned him a few times today. At least I dare to look at his pictures again.

Maybe everyone has move on. Probably we should…