It’s hard to believe it’s been 200 days…. So many days, and at the same time so short in the grand scheme…. Both sides of that sentence hurt.
I went to the cemetery after work…in the dark… kneeled by Mark’s graveside and cried in the snow.
I miss you sweetheart; I miss you every day and every night. I miss you at every moment. I love you as much today as I always have, every day since we became us. I will never stop.