Today my parents' anniversary popped up on my calendar. It has been a year and a half since my stepdad passed away. It is so true that you never know how much you love someone until you lose them...and then it is too late.
There is a partner at my firm that lost his wife last month. After two weeks, he returned to work. I occasionally pass him in the halls and every time I see him, I think of his loss. To me, it is almost unbelievable that he is back at work and having to act as though life is normal. After seeing my mom lose her spouse, I understand how devastating this loss is. Losing a family member is tough, but losing a spouse? It's like losing half your world. The person you talk to about your day, the person you eat dinner with, the person you brush your teeth next to.
I know that life must go on and it is not healthy to just sit at home and mourn. But it seems so painful that life goes on, no matter what. The day after the funeral, you just get up and put one foot in front of the other. With time, the pain eases. But the memory of that person never fades. Every once in a while I will see something or hear something and think Kem would have liked that or I should get that for Kem. And then there is the split-second realization that he is gone.
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