Written on Facebook on January 6, 2023:
Two weeks.
Two weeks since I’ve had to nag you about cleaning that disgusting bathroom.
Two weeks since I’ve had to say to stop slamming the garage door.
Two weeks since I’ve said to please clean out your concrete mess from the washer after you wash your work clothes.
Two weeks since I’ve had to remind you not to blast music at 3:30am so you don’t piss off the neighbors.
Two weeks since I’ve had to tell you to get up for work because the constant snoozing of your 4 work alarms going off every 2 minutes was driving me bonkers.
Two weeks that I wish I could go back to being annoyed at those things.
Two weeks that I wish I could tell you to just wait 2 more minutes to come home.
Two weeks since I’ve heard your laugh.
Two weeks since I’ve seen that beautiful smile in person.
Two weeks since I’ve seen those gorgeous eyes that you started flashing at me the second you were born.
Two weeks since I’ve had one of your hugs.
Two weeks since I’ve heard you tell me that you loved me too.
Two weeks.
Two weeks that have felt like a lifetime.
Grief is a B!tch 