Home again

Home, where the heart is broken. Where pictures speak of a life once lived that was full, vibrant and complete. A quiet place of solitude where tears can flow at the drop of a hat. My home that is decorated by the two of us. A place of memories and dreams once had. His big, comfy recliner. His fedora. His dog. His absence. I'm sure this is just another day, but it feels like one I should mark on the calendar and remember because my returning home from vacation made me realize how much I truly miss him.
One day at a time. Tiny steps. Deep breaths. Go easy. This, I realize, is advice meant to keep a breaking heart from shattering into a million pieces. My heart is right on the precipice ready to topple with the slightest nudge.
I will treat this day like any other and commit myself into the hands of The Lord. I won't break, even though I feel like I will. I will be ok. I will be comforted. I will be encouraged and inspired. I will remember this day. I'm sure I will live it again and again.