It’s the little things you miss sometimes. You see something funny, or you see a cute kitten, then you want to send a picture to the person you always share things with, and bam, you realize they are not here anymore. It’s funny no matter how many years have passed, your subconscious (or call it muscle memory, I don’t know what’s that actually called) has its glitches and thinks that person is still here. I find those moments precious, part of you is very confident that they are still with you even though they are gone. Maybe those are the moments where parallel universes have their wires crossed and for a split second, they become one reality. A reality that I would much rather live in. It’s a nice thought to have. It helps whenever you feel like drowning in the dark waters of grief.