Ghosts and Memories

There are days where I feel like a broken record.  Everything seems to be going well, and then I'll see something that will remind me of my wife, who passed away over nine years ago.  Today was one of those days, and it hit me like a kick to the gut.  I don't understand it, and there seems to be no rhyme or reason.  I've talked to others who have had these same types of experiences after the death of a loved one, particularly a spouse, and it's the same thing.  And it hurts.  I wish it didn't, because I hate the feeling, but it really does hurt.

That was my day.