5 months today.

The lockdown for coronavirus combined with the time since I lost you feels like lifetimes have passed. I sleep, not well, currently, and wake and can’t really tell if hours or years have passed.

As we continue to prepare to leave Kansas, I started to clean out your room today. Rhys wanted to use it for more privacy and to get off the couch. Picking up items around your nightstand, I found the letter that Jenna had given you for your birthday. Maybe the letter felt more like a consolation prize than sincere comfort. I still read it as an affirmation and acknowledgment that she sees you. But I probably read it from a different vantage point than you did.