Day one without the One

I'm having trouble with the fact that,

slightly more than 48 hours ago,

there was a lovely, lively, sweet, intelligent, girl.

Just short of ten years my junior.

Who loved me like I've never been loved before.

Now she's gone where I can't follow, however much I want to.

I have our son to live for.

I had to attend appointments that I had expected to drive her to. I just usually have to be the strong, supportive, silent type. I had to support the baby, and be strong.

take a knife.

make it jagged and dull.

heat it bright red.

then plunge it into a randomly selected part of the anatomy.

That would feel better than how I expect I'll feel throughout most of May.