It's worse when it's quiet.
I'm up before the rest of my family. It's too quiet in the house. So I make coffee, and head outside to the yard. It's peaceful.
Birdsong. The wind in the trees. Occasional owl. Squirrels running along bark. The occasional railroad noise. North Minneapolis is cooperating with me this morning.
I think this must be how heaven sounds. A cool, gentle morning.
In this moment I know that my boy, my Henry, is safe. The breeze cools my tears and they feel like kisses.
He's safe. He's free. He's happy. It doesn't make missing him any easier. But it helps.
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