Mak has been gone four months now. We are all learning to accept the fact that Mak is gone forever, slowly but surely. The boys are more 'grown up' now, learning how to fend for themselves at home and take care of Papa.
Sharon still cannot bring herself to talk about Mak and anything that reminded me of my wedding still kills me.
What we cannot, or are still getting over is the sense of melancholy of not having Mak there. We miss her voice and presence very much. We miss the shuffle of her feet when she wakes up in the mornings, the clank of pots and pans when she starts her day, her beaming face when we arrive home.
We do talk to her (yes TO her) when we visit the Temple, it makes us feel 'connected' to Mak. We also talk about the times spent with her and how we wish we had done more for her.
Four months have passed, but really to us, it still felt like it was like yesterday.
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