To some extent, it feels arbitrary. We’ve already had 364 tear-stained days. Why does 365 hurt more?
It’s the memories.
Getting through firsts.
The sad realization that this one year is indicative of the rest of our lives.
I think it’d be easier to stay curled up in bed today.
Instead, I’m going to hug my boys, my husband, my family.
I want to share her love today. To remember her. To honor her.
She was light.
She is light.
She will always be light.