We’ll never grow old together. He won’t be there to offer words of wisdom during life’s monumental moments. He won’t walk our children down the aisle on their wedding days. He will never meet his grandchildren, never hear the word “Poppy” spoken with excitement and love. So many moments, big and small, have been stolen. From him. From them. And from me. Sometimes, I find myself doing just fine, laughing with friends and loved ones, moving through life with grace and strength.