Where I live, if someone passes away in the winter, they can't be buried. We have too much snow and the cemeteries are closed. And so we wait. We wait almost five months knowing that this day will come.
Today's the day of the burial. You say goodbye one more time. You stand and watch as the body is taken away.
A part of me really doesn't need to go because I know he's not there. I know he is watching over us. I know God took him home almost 5 months ago.
But I am going because I need to say goodbye. I need the closure. I need to be there for my boys.
Today we put your physical body in the ground.
And every day I know you're not physically around.
I physically feel the loss of you every day.
Physical reminders of you will always stay.
A hug, a kiss, the physical touch
Those are the parts that I miss so much.