Alex
Yesterday it was time to do some serious cleaning - I've been a bit ... busy .... since Alex's passing. The first chore was to go through the box of his personal stuff that has been sitting in my room for the last couple of months. I was doing really well staying detached and pretending that I was just going through some random box of stuff. That lasted a whole few minutes before I came across the gifts that I bought him in Europe - a beer stein and a personalized swiss army knife ... presents that he never got to see. I had bought the knifes for the boys thinking they would be great heirlooms for their children ... but that's certainly not going to be the case now.
I miss him so much every. single. day.
When does it get easier?
I miss him so much every. single. day.
When does it get easier?