The Empty Swing

Timeless summer days. Sharry by my side, as we gently rocked on the bench swing, while Matt bounced on his trampoline, and serenaded us with his cd player. Talking and laughing, just happy in each other's company. through all those years, I can honestly say, that I appreciated every bit of time with her, but foolishly assumed we would have so many more. From that swing, we watched the seasons change. We saw Matt grow from a child into a young man. I watched her and Matt sitting in it from a distance as I mowed, and quietly thanked God for the privilege of being a husband and father. The years flew by, as time refuses to slow down, to allow us to savor those moments, with those we love.
Approaching one year since the world stopped making any sense. I know she lives, in a place of indescribable beauty and happiness. I know she wants us to remember her with joy, and gratitude for the time and love we shared. So, why does it hurt so damn much every day? Looking at that empty swing as I go about maintaining a yard that once brought such pride, and now is a hollow reminder of what happiness     was. I will not falter in my responsibilities. I will love and care for my son, and never let Sharry down. I just cannot see when or where the pain will stop. Perhaps, the emptiness of that swing, matches the void left in my heart when she left. How that void will or will not be filled, remains to be seen, in a future I never wanted to face without her by my side.