Has it been two weeks already?

Can’t be.

I still see him falling.

I still see him in the hospital bed.

I still see him in the funeral home.

Why can’t I see him as he used to be when he was happy and smiling?

It was so long since he did that.

Years of pain, frustration, and anger. It changed him.

It made him hard to be with.

But, I stayed.

He’s gone…14 days.

2 weeks.

336 hours.