I washed and returned the coffee mugs, the ones that resided on the counter for two weeks straight, back to the cabinet this morning.

I took the sticky note that said “ice packs” off the refrigerator.

I gathered all the trash and took it to the curb.

The silence is too loud. The emptiness too big.

Had to put on some tunes. Found a good sappy playlist.

Nothing keeps the tears from flowing.

There’s nothing better than time with those we love. And nothing harder to “recover” from.

I don’t want to recover. Let the tears come.

I’d rather have those mugs stay on the counter.