For the Living
It's been 2 years since you left us. Admittedly (and sadly) I probably think about you more now than I did when you were still here. Two nights ago I dreamt that you were dropping the kids off after your weekend - like it was such a normal thing that you still visited us even though you weren't alive. I was so happy to see you and I tried to give you a high five (I don't know why - it seems like a hug would have been more appropriate). But regardless - we couldn't connect. My hand went through your hand and then you just faded away. I woke up sad. Upset. Angry. I still struggle with my emotions. Mostly, I get mad at the living. The people who don't understand the feeling of losing someone you love. And the regret of all of the time spent being angry. I wish I could tell people how much they are going to miss the person they are so angry with. I wish I could let them feel the regret of 9 years of arguing. Over money. Over time. None of it matters now. If I co...