I still refer to all possessions as “ours” instead of mine.  I am not sure why my brain is so resistant to this transition.  I catch myself every single time I say it and wonder if the person I am talking to thinks I’m in denial.  I can’t adjust to the term “mine” and I really don’t like the looks of the lonely letter “I” either.  I miss the “us” and the “ours” and the “we” that served as the prefix to all of life’s plans.  Today is the 8 month anniversary and soon I will be in the double digits.  And eventually he will have been dead for longer than we were together.  I’m holding out a small glimmer of hope that if I keep missing him the way I do now then he’ll come back.  Everyone says if you want something bad enough then it will come true.  But that’s a lie.  I’ve never wanted something more than I want Jason yet the days and nights keep passing, and he still isn’t here.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s