Good Friday, To Jane

I loved your laughter

It was a laughter that let me feel I could say the weird inner thoughts in my head aloud without being seen as weird

I loved your hugs

It was a hug that let me feel comfortable and seen

I loved your voice

It was a voice that let me see your raw emotions before God

Losing you is heavy

nostalgia

this morning nostalgia snuck up on me and overtook me. it has a way of transporting you to another dimension where all the things you thought you dealt with return, a reminder that the ghosts of my past are always a part of me.