It’s almost like he’s dead.

That’s what it feels like, at least.  It really does.

I’ve never really experienced a death.  Not close, anyway:  He is my biggest loss thus far.

Part of me is grieving, but part of me is pushing forward.  I’ve got to continue on; put one foot in front of the other.  Just like anybody else.  And I will, and I am.

I lost him.  But he lost me, too.