2 cheeseburgers & a fry

The thing about grief is that you never know when it will hit you.

Today I went to my husband's favorite burger spot to get my aunt and I a burger. As I turned in the driveway, the tears started flowing and they would not stop. I placed me and Darryl's same order; 2 cheeseburgers and a fry. I tried to remember the last time I had been here. June maybe, before his last hospital visit. After Father's day? I couldn’t remember. As I drove up to the window to pay, I prayed it wasn’t our same clerk… it was. Then I prayed, she didn’t ask where he was…she didn’t.

I wasn’t ready for the Q&A. I wasn’t ready to say he passed away.

The thing about grief is, life seems okay, until you realize that the person you love really is gone 💔