Our last day with Bob.
It was the Sunday before he passed away. One month ago today.
Graham begged us to do something normal.
He told me Papa Bob was going to Heaven soon. He said that Papa would want us to play outside and laugh. So we did.
And it is amazing how much the wind and sunshine can heal broken hearts.
I didn’t even know how much I would be able to hurt until two days later. The loss wasn’t there yet, just the preparation for it.
And now we are one month passed and I am supposed to say that it is getting easier.
But I tried to call him the other day. I picked up my phone and opened my favorites.
Bob. Dave. Della. Linda. My dad, husband, mom, and other mom.
I hit the button without even thinking. That number is no longer any good.
His phone is gone. Because he is gone.
But I don’t know how long it will take me to delete it. Because we talked and texted at least every other day before he got sick.
And we are approaching that anniversary of him being rushed to the hospital, and I don’t know if that will be the day I go ahead and remove him from my favorites.
Or if I will need more time.
But one month ago, we played and laughed and did something normal.
And there is no photo of Bob.
Because I tried to take one with him. And I couldn’t keep it.
Holding onto hope today. And his sweet little grandbabies.