yesterday has been 8 weeks. i needed chapstick, and i remembered that you always had a million tubes of the same kind because you'd leave them in your pocket and mom would wash them. I hated that kind, but something made me think of you and yours. 

today i pulled out my larger hoodie and lol

why the hell was this in there? 

Every time there's a setback, it's not as devastating as before. I never thought I'd cry over chapstick. It came after a half dream of you laughing, and it made me realize I'd never hear it again, but that it reminded me of Granny, too. I miss you both so much. I know you'd tell me to quit blubbering. 

I put your picture up at work today, and for some reason that was hard. 

Ever forward.