Five Years
It’s been five years since my son departed this world. While I haven’t slow-cooked my way into any epiphanies in the last five years, there is a lot to reflect on. Here are a few of those reflections:
The passage of time is shockingly fast. If I’m being honest, I think this has less to do with grief and loss and more to do with just getting old. But the break-neck speed of life often mingles with grief for us since Asher was only 9 years old at the time of his passing. In the early days of grief, there was a lot of “Oh, he would have enjoyed _____ today.” And we still experience that occasionally. But now there’s a lot more of “He would be _______ today.” Those little gut punches seem to be the majority now. For example, he would be halfway through his freshman year of high school by now. There are a lot of “firsts” he didn’t get to experience that just pop up.
When our daughter went...