Weekends are so long without Rob. Whether they are filled with activities or not. Sometimes it’s as though the five of us are counting down the minutes till the sun sinks away and we can head off to bed. We feel sluggish, restless, cranky. Nothing satisfies.
And then I remember and ask, “Are you missing Dad?” It takes a moment to register. Is that what this is? Grief, again? We name it, and it loses some of its power over us.
Today, we wandered in the woods. Somehow when grief joins us outside it’s an easier companion to bear. When the sun went down tonight, we were tired in a good way. One more weekend day to go.
Weekends
