Now, a month later, it still doesn't seem real. Although I have reached the understanding that it was. I still don't think of that Sunday morning; I can't dwell on the images that will otherwise haunt me. I have many, many sad moments every day, but after allowing myself to be sad, I think of the memories that made our life together great.
I remember our first dance at our wedding, and the look of love in his eyes.
I remember the day we went to pick up Mercedes, and how he fell in love with her in an instant.
I remember how he would pick up Cold Stone ice cream for me when I was having a bad day.
I remember how happy he was when I surprised him with a new diecast car for his birthday this year when he didn't think I had bought him anything.
I remember all the movies we went and saw together.
I remember how he would text me throughout the day just to check in and say hello.
I remember that he told me he loved me every day.