This is what the sunset looks like from our deck on Cape Cod.
It might be more accurate to say this is what it used to look like, since this memory was captured last year when Mikey was still standing by my side watching it with me. I imagine I’ll be a wet mess of tears as I watch my first one this weekend without him. I hate the reality of my new world. I downright despise the unfairness of it all, and want to scream so loud he might actually hear me from wherever he’s watching this all unfold. I know he hates the brutality of it all too.
We lived for those sunsets. No matter what we were doing, the world went on pause, as we gazed at it, always in awe of how quickly those last few minutes flew by. That moment when the sun dips below the horizon, now reminds me of how quickly Mikey exited my world. In one sudden swoop, the fire in my soul was extinguished, and I’m left wondering if it will ever be ignited again.