This is the hardest day this year.
I go back home.
A quiet place.
Still not unpacked from the summer move.
Single bedroom.
A clean space for a single man.
As much as I miss them, I have reminders all over.
Their initials.
Their toys.
Their books.
Their pictures.
I want to question Him, but I already know the answer.
“Trust Me.”
I will move forward.
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