How many times have we heard: I can't believe he/she has been gone that long. Time goes so fast.

I don't get it. It has been 6 months and, while the time does pass, there are times when it feels like I have felt every second of the loss. I suppose that is what grief is though. It is the slow marking of time and readjustment to the new sense of normal in life. It is one of those lessons, I know.

But as I sit here and think about the fact that I am forgetting the sound of his voice and laugh, I also remember all those times when he would kid - well, partly kid. Some of it was frustration. - me about my soapbox. As he was dying, I was fighting to complete a paper for my first class of this new major. I was climbing back up on my soapbox after a long crisis away from it. I was rediscovering who I am. He never got to see that. And I never got to share it.