Let me count the ways. They seem immeasurable, innumerable, just as the ways I will miss thee.
Yesterday one of the hospice workers commented on the need to learn how to be a family of four, not five.
My first instantaneous thought was "How tragic! That poor family" and only a split second later fully realized it was my family we were talking about.
The human mind is so unwilling to accept death. Mine is doing everything it can to continue to push it away, even now.