Metro,
Thanks.
Death is so very strange imho. My younger brother killed himself when I was just 15 yo. Now, that feels like eons ago. And my sister, that feels like yesterday. These losses just never heal. I know it is a new reality after someone dies because life goes on. But like you said, you reach for the phone to call and then the reality of their death just hits you once again.
But I go on. One foot in front of the other, thanking God for what I have, and not for what I want or need. It gives me peace of mind.