Has it really been that long?
This morning I walked out of my building and saw the flowers blooming in front of the apartment across the street. It reminded me of the photo I took in front of them when I first bought my car, which was two years ago already. And then I thought, "Wyatt drove my new car," and then thought, "He died only six months after that."
That means Wyatt has been dead for a year and a half already. I can't believe he's been gone for a year and a half. I honestly still don't think it has registered that he's never coming back and I never get to see him again. It still hasn't sunk in that our family isn't together anymore. A year and a half, my god, I just can't believe it.
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Ginger, I know. It almost makes it worse as time goes on, because then you start to realize that Wyatt really isn't coming back.
I can logically place myself in events in the last year and a half, remember it - and at the same time, the amount of time thats gone by doesnt seem possible. That he is gone still doesn't seem possible.
It doesn't ever seem to fade. No matter how you dress up that gaping hole in the wall, no matter what you cover it up with, it's still there.