Snippets of Grief

 How do I get the photos off my phone onto my computer? You're supposed to be here to show me, nugget-head.

 It's almost scary how often I go to ask or show you something, still. Will I ever get used to the space of you?

 It's been 4 weeks since they told me you died. Exactly 4 weeks since I found myself standing outside your unit, crying lightly, and shaking; Summer hiding terrified beneath the bed that still supported your empty body - empty because you were gone from us all by then. 4 weeks and this still feels like a nightmare I have yet to wake from.

 Summer helped us clean the bedroom, today. Your dog is sweet and cute and funny, but fucking annoying sometimes. You should have seen her while we were trying to pack away Missy's crate (because we don't need two crates in the bedroom right now). PS, last night I forgot for a few moments, and got you a cookie dough pop. Don't worry, I ate it on your behalf. It was delicious.

 We're going to Bite Markets tonight. I wish you were coming with us, or here with the dogs, or just... somewhere. I wish you were still somewhere. It hurts that you aren't, you damned bin trumpet.

 I am so much more alone without you.

 I wish you had known -- it was never that you weren't enough. It was always, always, that I wasn't.