After Jack died, I connected with people who knew him — which in my case was through Facebook, email and in-person connections. I returned to Ryan House, which is the respite/hospice facility that Jack stayed at many times for respite and is also where he died.
How is it possible that five years have passed since I held you in my arms as your heart sounded its final beat? How is it possible that my heart has continued to beat the last 1,825 days? Time feels so different since you died. Yes, years come and go and can be counted, but time feels oddly stationary. As if it’s incomprehensible that life could continue on without you.