We often take the time we have with our loved ones for granted. We don’t intentionally do it. When we see them one day, we expect to see the next, because that’s the way it’s always works until, one day, it doesn’t. Part of me still feels like I’m stuck in some bad dream while the other part is beginning to reconcile with that horrible realization that he really is gone. You start sinking into yourself, into your thoughts. It all still doesn’t make sense. Frustration mounts. He’s now a memory that becomes more distant as the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months pass.