That Widow

Day 15 is the night before a new school year starts. 4 of the boys will be going this year and I’m sad. I’m sad he’s missing this. I’m sad he chose to miss this. I’m sad my kids only have me to do everything for them. I’m sad that they’ll only have old pictures of him to even remember him by, at least for the oldest, the others won’t remember him at all. I’m just sad. These minutes are sucking really bad right now but I know they’ll pass.