Everything grows, including love
“Do you miss her?”
“It’s been ten years, love.”
It stings that he can be so dismissive. I fold my arms and look away, silently fuming.
Dad leans closer and nudges me.
“And everyday, I miss her more than I did the day before.”
“It’s like my garden, love. Everything grows, including love. And with that growing everyday how can you expect missing her to ever fade away? Everything builds, including our ability to cope with it. That’s how we keep going.”