Thoughts...

I've been having little moments these past few days, where the reality of your death hits me. I pass your photo and look, really look at your face and then I realize, you're gone. I think of something simple, like how you loved sandwiches made with canned salmon, and the fact is right there in my face, that you died.
It still seems surreal. I mean, once you were alive and now you're not. It feels so final. That you could just 'be' and then not be.
I know they say 'he lives on in you' and so on, and those are nice things to think of but then the simple statement is, that your body no longer lives. Yes your memory is with me, sure, but no amount of remembering will bring your actual self to life. It's... unfair.

(Today marks 6 months since diagnosis.)