With his prolonged absence, we feel the stagnation that life took. A hold came upon us all, our development inflicted with an emptiness where he once fit.
The days could be a little bit brighter, the celebrations happier, the milestones attended to longer. We all feel the strange heaviness of him gone and try, all we can, to be happy for this moment.
The milestones are the hardest, the traditions and the markers of life. These have us all reeling for closure and reuniting. These all pull our hearts, these all present a thickness in the day our feet attempt to walk through, heavily picking up one foot with hesitation and letting it fall in front of other. Wading through the sad undertone in the air, here we are together. Still, we sing; still, we dance; still we celebrate what we do indeed have anyway.