We all experience it from time to time-that moment when your head comprehends that life has kept going but your heart refuses to keep pace.
So today, I’m looking at a calendar that assures me it has been five years since that deputy knocked on my door.
It’s a fact.
My heart says, “It cannot be true. It cannot be that long since I saw my living, breathing son cross the threshold of our family home. It cannot be that long since I made the phone calls that still echo in my ears. It can. not. possibly. be. that. long.”
And yet it is.
If folks ask me how I’m doing, how my family is doing, I usually say we are OK.
Because, all things considered, we ARE.
None of us find daily life unmanageable. None of us have fallen prey to addiction or unhealthy coping mechanisms. None of us sit inside all day, moping and mourning the loss of a life we couldn’t hold onto even if we had seen it slipping away in time to take a firmer grip.
But we are absolutely, utterly, profoundly CHANGED.
I often think back to old Star Trek episodes that showed crew members transporting to the surface of an unknown planet. Their bodies were broken down into the tiniest component molecules and reassembled somewhere else.
I think that’s what this life is like.
We’ve all been disassembled and reassembled.
But instead of everything falling back into place, there are missing bits here and there, gaps too small for others to see but very, very real to us. Connections lost. Memories without proper context.
Feelings floating free of any anchor, bubbling up at the most inconvenient moments.
And we all just plain MISS HIM.
We miss Hector Dominic DeSimone and who he is, what he brought to the table and car rides and family gatherings.
We miss who we were before we knew loss that burrows deep in your bones. We miss the unmitigated joy and celebration we could toss around like confetti at the slightest provocation.
So today, unlike most days, we will give in to the sorrow. We will remember that morning. We won’t brush away the tears or the sad memories.
He is worth every second and every heartache.
He is never forgotten.
He is always, always on our minds.