I learned an interesting word recently. Yahrzeit is the observance of the anniversary date of a loved one. I’m glad there’s a word for it. Leave it to God’s people to understand the need to commemorate, not celebrate, such a day.
Six years without that precious smile, that musical laugh, those sweet hugs. I honestly did not think I would survive it this long. Much of it is still a blur. Some days I think I might just be coming out of the fog and then it hits me, maybe even harder than before.
I just miss him.
