My Grief is Like Time Travel.

Day 1170.

My grief is like time travel, running my brain back and forth from present time to various moments in my life with Luke as a child, in sobriety and not, in joy, adversity, good memories and bad, and forward to the imaginings of what life would have been in a future I can not have with him here, and of course, to our eventual reunion in the afterlife.

My brain runs constantly to and fro, in and out of the dusty bluebells of images real and aspirational.

A love so strong, met equally in grief, constantly seeking what it was to be in Luke’s presence.