Seven months. Not to me. It’s way longer. Probably why I can’t imagine how it was like when you were still around anymore. When I heard a car pull up beside our house a few minutes ago and it sounded like how you always did ours, I couldn’t imagine you doing it like you used to. I couldn’t see you pulling up from work, opening the door and putting down whatever fun food you brought home on the table. All I could see was how impossible it was and how it was never going to happen again.
