It’s The Little Things

The big dates never surprise me when it comes to grief.

The birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries.

Those dates I expect to be bad.

But it’s the small non big things that get me.

They are the ones that I don’t expect.

That take my breath away.

That throw me completely.

They come out of no where.

And there is usually no rhyme or reason to them.

Today was one of those days.

Nothing special, nothing important.

But something that would have definitely been spoken about.

A conversation that would have definitely happened.

But now a lost conversation.

Along with the million others that won’t now happen.

And for today that missed conversation made missing you just a little bit harder.