Company is coming
My brother, to be clear
So I’m frantically cleaning,
hoping he’ll feel welcome here
What are you doing, woman?
The man’s wife just died
He doesn’t give a crap
about your carpet lines
It’s Day 404. That’s random, isn’t it? After the one year deathversary, the counting feels clunky. Do you still mark the months, like toddlers? If we’re doing that, we’re at 13 months and change. Side note: I don’t get it when someone tells me their kid is 43 months old. Super clunky and too much math.
I’ve also done the hundreds of days thing, noting days 100, 200, and 300. Day 400 snuck by me. 404 fits perfectly because my system still glitches every now and again. I still reach for the phone to call or text him, wanting to share some of life’s surreality. I lament that he’s not here to help with the laundry, garbage duty, or automotive maintenance. Pity party, table for one.
Apart from a few glitches, I am coming back online after the hardest reboot ever. 404 error, be gone! Renewed resolve and purpose: found. I’m claiming my place and taking up space in the widowsphere.