I am amazed at how easily the tears come, even now, how fast they run down my cheeks, their warmth turning to cool by the time they fall from my chin; how many of them there are. I am amazed at how many pockets of pain I can still come across, having thought I’d plumbed the depths of every one since you left. I have cried more in the last 5 months than in all the rest of my life put together.
And what’s more?
I am certain that I’m not done crying about this, crying for you, crying for us, crying for me and my broken heart.