It's not a special day.
It's not even an especially bad day.
On the drive home from Walmart (milk, cheese, lettuce...) my thoughts turn to Sam.
I hear his cheeky laughter. I see him - heat-less, life-less, motion-less.
A cold hand slips around my heart and squeezes and I hurt, I hurt, I hurt, I hurt, I hurt...
We're stopped at the road works - windows down, warm breeze, sun on our faces.
Laura leans over and wipes a couple tears off my cheek.
Life continues, without him.
It doesn't stop hurting, we just learn better pain management.