“I’m not over it, Gus,” he sighed. “It’s been over a year since she left me and I thought I’d be fine by now, but today was overwhelming.”
He took a long pull from his bottle before continuing.
“I couldn’t stand all the posts on social media, all those flowers and declarations of love. I hate this holiday!”
He broke into a sob.
“I miss her, Gus! Oh, how I loved her.”
He cradled his teddy bear Gus close to his chest.
“I wish I had told her just how much, when she was still alive. Now it’s too late.”
He hugged Gus tighter, imagining that her remnants were still in the toy that she had given him as a little boy, that he was, in fact, hugging her.
“If you can hear me, Mom, I love you,” he whispered. “Happy mother’s day.”
This post is part of the photo prompts series that Tyne and I are doing every second Monday of the month. If you want to join us, feel free to use the photo and write a post on whatever it prompts you to think about, whether fiction or not, and share your link in the comments! 🙂