That Widow

Day 8 you sneaky little bia you. I got the 4 older boys’ school supplies and book bags ready for their open houses this week and next. That was something he should have been here for. He would watch the kids so I could get the job done. It was more chaotic this time around but I did it.

I was doing alright until I was holding the youngest and saying Ma ma ma and then Ga ga ga, just as I have done with our other 5. Big difference is he has no clue who Ga is and why that’s such a special name in our house. Then I had tears in my eyes as I looked at our youngest and tried to get him to say our names.

Day 8 sucked with the realization that our children, most of them, won’t remember him.