My child

My child, it will be hard to let go, I know. You’ll look for me on the road, in the room, in the house, and all places full of people who look or talk remotely like me. You’re going to secretly hope that I’m still alive, and this death business was all a big mistake. You will try to believe something that is not true, and you will be disappointed every time the familiar face doesn’t answer your call. This may take few weeks, few months, and even few years. It’s okay. You take all the time you want.

And when the time comes, you’ll smile to yourself as you get a glimpse of me in unexpected ways.