7 weeks

Seven weeks without you seems wrong. 

I have gotten a little better about my emotions. I'm not crying every day. Just every few. 

So much has happened since you've been gone. 

Thanksgiving 

Charlie's 3rd birthday

Christmas 

New Years

My first ultrasound. 

I find myself wanting to text you to check in. Or tag you in something on Facebook because I know it would make you laugh. 

I miss you. 

I miss you so much. 

Henry asked about you the other day. He wanted to know how old you were when you died. 

48. 

Too young. 

I think you must have jumped in his mind for him to ask. 

Charlie talked about you the other day too. So you mist be visiting him as well. 

I hope you don't stop that. Keep showing up for them. They loved you so much amd miss you so bad. 

We all do.