I haven't forgotten what day it is.
Three years ago, it was a Thursday. I remember everything I did that day. I remember the moment, sitting on a bench outside Greenville Memorial, when I just instinctively knew he had drifted past me there and settled into his new abode.
I think I will wake up on this day until I pass into my own new abode, and remember that day. I will remember the ache, the realization that there is no replacing what is lost. The peace of knowing his pain had ended. The agony of knowing mine was just beginning.
Today is different though. Today is different because his son's grandfather just left too. He left sometime last night, headed for the new home, leaving behind that familiar empty space for all those who couldn't take the journey with him.
Today, the ache inside is for the pain I know Reid's mommy must feel. It's for the loss he'll know double-fold in years to come, when he is old enough to understand.
Today is extra sad. Today, I save my prayers for myself and my own loss, and give them to the Phillips family instead. My prayers go to Reid and James.
My memories are sweet. The rewards of having known him are all around me, and for that, I am thankful.
Rest in peace, Goose.
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