21 Months

Twenty one months.
Ninety two weeks.
Six hundred and forty days.

No, I am not keeping some morbid calendar. Thanks to a quick Google search I could discover the weeks and days. However each eighteenth of the month my breath catches as I realize another month has passed.

I miss her.

My gaze remains on her photos scattered around the house. I keep finding myself standing in her room, not knowing what to do with myself whilst I am in there. I still whisper goodnight to her as I go to bed.

Our house is beginning to look like it did when she was around. We had to get the shower chair out of  the storage closet, because Oliver is becoming unsteady on his feet. Monthly deliveries of formula are arriving and an IV pole with a feeding pump now stands in our dining room.

Oliver is reminding us of Waverly. He is choosing to snuggle on the couch instead of standing in front of the TV. He is leaning forward and sideways as he sits, requiring us to put more effort into positioning him properly. When he awakes each morning he needs extra time to find his balance and lose stiffness.

Not forgotten for a moment.

Comments

Joanne Huff said…
Thinking of you so much Shannon during the most difficult times that anniversaries can bring. xx, Joanne

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