Counting, Counting...

The bitter truth that Luke is dead, taints everything.

No matter what the occasion, Luke is still dead and that demands constant attention.

“It’s as if one starts counting from THAT moment and whatever you are doing or feeling, or wherever you may go, you are constantly keeping track of that count. It’s exhausting.” Cayden’s dad explained.
Brilliant description.
Yes, it’s really fucking exhausting.

So, we have passed through Christmas and into a new year that Luke will never see.
We laughed, we danced, we celebrated.
We felt the strain, the distraction… all of us ‘counting’ and now the hopelessness of…
“will it ever be different?”