I just lost one of “my people” and by God, do I feel it.
I lost the most important one.
This is the drawback of having so few you love and trust. When they leave, you’re left with a hole that feels bottomless.
For now, I will cope as best I can. As he would have expected of me: strong and stoic for my family. I wake up in the morning and get my ugly cry done then move on to the next item on my list.
I suppose the pain of the loss equals the quality and quantity of the love. If so, then I’m in for a long, torturous era of grief.