A friend of mine lost a son to cancer years ago. She told me there is always a hole in her heart the size of her son and that nothing fills it. She has a great life, two other boys and a Christian faith that is incredible. But she always has that missing piece and says she will always be that way.
That accurately describes it.
While hiking, there’s always an empty spot to my right.
There’s always this silence in my car from where she sat.
At the table, there’s always an empty chair.
And always, at the store you go, “Hey, hey’d like tha-.... oh yeah.”