Nine months on now. The date says that on the calendar. The healing process is well on its way, or so I like to think, but its days when from the depths of my emotional self that loneliness and emptiness rears it’s ugly self, and consumes me with deep sadness, and non-closure. It is the days that I call it “disconnection”. To share a moment, or a joke that only could be appreciated by you is not an option. I hate it now. But, the day when this finally resolves down the road, will I loose perspective on you emotionally or will it reconfigure into a positive look back? Today isn’t the day. I miss you.