The first time...
The parties this year were without my Papa for the first time. His birthday was the first without him. This past Easter and Pentecost were the first without Papa. My birthday for the first time without him.
Is he not there? Or is he? I still have to get used to it. Maybe it's all going a little too fast. He will no longer spoil me on earth.
Today with All Souls' Day we also remember him. How he was, and where he is now. I love him always. What remains is the loss.