Today would have been Luke’s 48th birthday. Rae posted a collage of pictures of him online. 30 years of memories over the course of one 4 minute song.
Beau and Drew get emotional. Wyatt just gets quiet. I show Bubba pictures. I want him to know the good parts of Papa.
I feel bad that I don’t get sad. How did I spent 30 years with him, love him so much and not miss him every day? I don’t remember the last time I cried over him. I don’t know if this is part of grief or if I am just that unemotional.
When I look back it feels like that was some one else life, not mine.