It's been about a year and a half since he left us. I think of him and miss him all the time. We weren't very close when we first met in high school and it wasn't until years later that we reconnected and came to understand and support each other across the miles. I still feel connected to him, though, and I know he'd be very satisfied with himself and probably give me a bit of an "I told you so" attitude if he only knew that in his death, the connection he kept trying to make in his life had been solidified.
He always wanted me to connect with his sister. She was living in Great Britain and I was here in Michigan. We had similar circumstances and he was always talking to each of us about the other, encouraging us to reach out to one another, etc. We had our own stuff going on and it never happened. Until he was gone. And then it happened. We connected and have been connected ever since. He would love to have known that now we are always in touch, sharing stories and feelings, sending pictures of our girls to each other, supporting each other. Actually, I'm sure he does know.
So, each day/date comes and then they are gone, and the baby is still cozy inside my belly. And then I think about the next day/significant date. But maybe he doesn't need to share his birthday with a significant date. Maybe his birth is what'll be significant about the date.
Today's prompt: And then they were gone