I have been doing pretty well most days. Every now and again, however, I have what I call a mourning day. Some days I’m just sad. Remembering the good times. Regretting that there won’t be any more of them. And missing what might have been.

For the first few weeks after Cassidy passed, the mourning was constant and debilitating. Now the mourning is a mild wave. A manageable longing. It doesn’t impact my ability to function and only lasts a few hours at a time. I only have mourning days a few times per month. But mourning moments come every few days.

Mourning moments last only seconds as I catch a fleeting memory or when something triggers a thought. But the fundamental nature of these moments has changed recently. I’ll detail that change in my next post.