These days

Wrote this to K last night.

We have these days. Dates on the calendar that represent so much loss. When life as we know it was changed in an instant, without warning and without our consent.

Sometimes the anticipation of these days is worse than the actual day, but we don't know it until we have lived through the day. Do we plan something, or do we plan nothing. Do we tell someone, do we keep it to ourselves.

These days can't go unnoticed. Even if we try to ignore it, family and friends will bring it up. We love them for that and would be hurt if they didn't remember, but sometimes we wish it could be just a normal day. As normal as it can be. But it never will be. It can't be.

As long as we are on this earth, these days will keep coming. It's not like there is more pain on these days than other days, it's just a reminder of how long the pain has been with us, of how much we miss what was lost on these days.

We have these days.