Two years ago, my parents died about two months apart. It was and remains one of the more profound things to happen in my life. I still am not sure how to fill the gap of their absence.
On occasion, I can hear the voice of my mother or father as words spill from my lips unthinkingly. Things I’ve heard them say and the ways in which they said them. I tied my shoe, and the thought of my father teaching me how to tie my shoes passes slips through my thoughts. I close my eyes and i can feel my mother kissing me on the forehead and calling me by a name only she used.