You’d think it gets better…

You’d think it gets better,

The older I get and the more mature I become,

When I’m years out of college and a few years into the work life,

The more the family grows and each one becomes their own person,

The more I travel and the more independent I become.

You’d think it gets better,

That I’d stop missing him more,

I’d start thinking about him less,

This life thing could just go on like he never existed,

Or never wish he did.

But the reality is, it doesn’t get better…

You just get used to it!

I can’t help but think what it would be like if you were still around…

Would you still treat me like the favourite that I was?

Would you always be smiling as you did?

Would your voice still sound the same?

Would your embrace still feel so warm and tight?

Would your care still extend to not only those close to you?

Would you be happy, would you be proud?

You’d think it gets better, 16years later 💔