I’m approaching five years since Dominic ran ahead to Heaven and I’m pretty sure that most folks think I don’t cry anymore.
I don’t blame them really-I haven’t broken down in public in more than a year.
But I’ve still spent plenty of nights softly sobbing myself to sleep.
And when no one is looking, no one is listening and no one is close enough to notice, more than one tear has slid down my cheek during daylight.
I am no more reconciled to this life I didn’t choose than I was five years ago.
I know I cannot change it.
I endure it.
But I hate it.