The Hug

I wrote this last week, but think it is worth sharing here.

It has been 3 months since my Brian took his last breath. I can not explain it, nor am I going to question it, but I have felt better this last week, more like "me". Fewer tears, more energy, I have actually been thinking about Christmas.

Then it happened, the hug.

We were at the Chiropractors office, a friend of my husband (who was also a Chiropractor) and as we started to leave my 8 year old son turned back and gave Paul a hug. It was a simple gesture and so very sweet, but it spoke volumes. This is my child who does not talk about his dad and has rarely shed a tear since his death. This hug, this simple gesture had me in instant tears. Tucker misses his dad. I know that all of our kids do, but that hug just showed how much.

I wish I could take their pain away. I wish I could fix this for our family. I can't do either of those things. What I can do is make sure they know that I love them enough for both of us.

What I can do is make sure I give them more hugs.