I think of Stephen all the time. I was thinking of him yesterday on my way home from work at the hospital for a short break before going to my second job at the store. I began crying as I drove home. I’m sure that it appeared that I had been crying even after I arrived later at the store.
I went to Target today to buy groceries. I passed the aisles that are now stocked with Christmas items and I heard Christmas music playing throughout the store. I thought of Richard and began crying as I pushed my shopping cart. An employee asked if he could help me. I was embarrassed as I’m sure he saw that I was crying but, of course, he didn’t know the reason for my tears.
Sometimes I think the tears will never end.