Something I’ve been learning in this grief journey is that loss is an ongoing event.
It’s not confined to the moment of death, the funeral, the burial or even the boxing up of belongings.
I suffer loss every time there is a moment when Dominic would have been present, should have been present and isn’t here.
It happens when I need to ask him a question, get his opinion, long for his help or just want to hear his voice.
It happens when I look at myself in the mirror and realize that the living mirror that was Dominic is gone.
There is so much more to his absence than just the hole in my heart.
I shared some of these feelings a few months ago:
A family isn’t just the sum of its parts. It isn’t a simple equation that can be worked out on a chalkboard or around a dinner table-this person plus that person equals two persons.
A family is an organic mixture of personalities, relationships, strengths and weaknesses that exponentially influence one another. I always joked that our family was a ready-made committee. Wherever we went we brought a fully staffed, action-ready army of six that spread out and triumphed over whatever challenge we faced.
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