Something is missing, and I am missing something.
I woke up this morning still unable to fathom that you are gone. That you are no longer here, walking this earth. That your face and laughter are no longer brightening up a cloudy day, except in the faces and hearts of those that you touched and are left behind.
Your death still does not seem real or possible but my inability to comprehend does not change the reality.
So, I walk around looking for what is missing.