Six Years and Another Loss

Six years today, Ingrid, since I sat in an airport in Florida, trying to absorb the news that you were gone. Six years that seem like forever. Six years that seem like a day.

It still happens, out of the blue, that I realize with shock that you are gone. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. I don't think I'll ever be used to it. It stinks that you don't get to be in the world and that the world doesn't get to know you now. That void doesn't grow smaller with time.

This year, there's another loss to mark. Your pal Iggy Bob, the cat that's in the photo at the top right of this page, finally joined you wherever you are. I hope you are both happy to see each other and thinking of nothing else.

I'm thinking of you. I'm missing you.

I love you, pal.