Month

It's been a month.
A month that I haven't seen your face...
Heard your laugh...
Felt your hugs...

A month that you haven't been waiting for us in your usual seat.

A month that we haven't taken you out to eat.

A month since my jokes haven't made you laugh.

You're gone. You've been gone.

For a month.

But you're not gone. I know you aren't. It's been a month

since I've looked up to the sky and noticed it shine slightly brighter.

A month of a random moments of peace. A month where I look around and you're gone.

Yet you're still around.

A month of missing you. And I'm afraid that there will be many more months...and eventually years. Whether it's a day, a week, a month, a year. I will always miss you. Until we see each other again.

I love you Grandpa.

(This post is for Jan 6th.)