I still frequently have moments where I forget that Jud has passed away.

The other day, I asked my parents if they would babysit “the kids.”  I didn’t realize what I had said until they gently pointed it out to me.  There have been several times in the past couples months that I have said similar things.

I also find myself walking up to Jud’s room thinking he’ll be there, only to remember that he has died.

It feels nice to forget, but the pain is particularly searing upon remembering.