Mornings are hard. Each one is like a new kick in the face as I wake up to the reality that you are gone, again. Again and again. I relive the reality every single day. I want to call you. I want to text you. I want to ask you to come over. And yes, I want to ask you to watch your brother and sister. These were the things we did in life together, day in and day out, week to week. And now, it’s over. It’s a new kick in the face each time I am reminded of that.