Today is the seventh July 9th since the July 9th that I flew from Italy to London. I touched down, and drove to our destination, and turned my phone onto the wifi and heard the soft ping of the message letting me know it was finished. He was gone.
I sat in a room by myself for a few moments, and heard strange sounds coming out of me that were sobs I supposed, but felt fake. And then I got up quietly and left the 15+ women I was leading on a mission trip to get on a train to get to my sister’s house. I sat in the fading rain, waiting for her to pick me up from the station, my heart hollow and numb and absently watched as the clouds parted and the light and mist turned into a rainbow.