My brakes are acting weird.
Three lightbulbs are burnt out in the bathroom.
Student loans are due.
License tags need renewed.
It might be recycle week. It might not.
Either way, I need to take out the trash.
The handle to the dresser drawer came off.
I would like to hang that picture.
My car needs to be washed.
It's time to get the mail.
I probably need an oil change again.
I wonder what our vision insurance benefits are.
The Costco membership needs renewed.
I need to get the carpets cleaned.
The American Express bill came.
The bank thinks he's still alive.
It's not that all of these tasks belonged to him;
it's just that now they all belong to me.
We made a good team. We shared roles well.
I realize now that I only thought about what I needed to.
He took good care of me.
Now it is the minutiae of details that so often keep me from coming anywhere near the giant, blazing, unchanging truth:
He's really gone.