u/Affectionate-Cover80

How ironic that it really is a rainy day and a Monday. Carpenter fans will probably get the loose reference. I have been thinking of some of the posts I have been reading lately about time and how long and did does it get better and so on. It will be 5 years for me later this year and I was thinking that I still carry a sadness with me but that word is missing a lot of how I feel now. The best I can come up with it’s a sadness but with melancholy, wistfulness, bittersweet, longing growing within it. It’s a nice warm evening with just the right amount of rain falling and it just makes me think how strange life is. My wife was a real person. I was witness to it. A part of it. And just one day with one last breath it’s over. It doesn’t make sense but I still don’t know what to think about that and can’t wrap my head around it sometimes. Our time is so short.