“I Keep Wanting to Tell Them…”
"I Keep Wanting to Tell Them…" 💭 The Moments That Still Belong to Them There are still moments—quiet, unremarkable moments—when I catch myself reaching for my phone or turning my head to speak. It might be something funny I saw. Something beautiful. Something frustrating. Something sacred. And without fail, my first thought is, "I need to tell Mark." Then the ache comes. Healing is not a straight line. It is a circle that returns us, again and again, to the person we miss the most. Even after weeks, months, or years, I find myself longing to share the day's joys and burdens with my lost loved ones. And it does not feel strange. It feels like muscle memory. Because Mark was not just my husband—he was my person. My sounding board. My safe place. My Mom was the person I went to for everything. We spoke on the phone at least three times a day when we didn't live together. When we lived together, there might have been times when we were together too...