Heart aching

It was six months ago today that my home went quiet, oh so very quiet.

I've had much healing in that time but I still desperately the sound of her voice and her laughter.

I miss the opportunity to help her with whatever she wanted my help with. I miss the opportunity to tell her about my victories and defeats.

I'm reading a book I would love to pass on to her when I finish, because I know it would have blessed her, as it is blessing me. And I would love to talk about it with her.

I miss having her around to keep me accountable in terms of the food I eat.

Those six months have passed oh so very quickly. And I will meet her again soon enough. But this morning my heart is aching.