The Second of the Every Month

May 2, 2012

I was feeling off all day today and I couldn't figure out why. I wasn't having a particularly bad day and it wasn't depression. I just felt blue, as they say. Something inside told me to call my mom and hearing her voice would make it better. More than that, she helped me realize what day it was. For some reason, consciously I wasn't making the connection with the date. In retrospect, I see it doesn't matter if I realize the date or not. For years to come, the second day of every month, I will feel like I did today.

I miss him every day. I think of him every day. I always will. This ache will never go away, it will never heal.