Today was a good day.

Until I fell asleep on my couch and dreamed of my late husband. He was standing in the kitchen, making a grilled cheese sandwich, and calling me over to it. I remember thinking in the dream that, "wow, he's back. But that doesn't feel right because he's been gone almost a year.". But I went to him in the dream because in that moment, it felt right. He looked so handsome, and smelled so good, and was so strong and warm. But then I woke up. And I forgot that he was gone. I forgot that he's not coming back. And then I remembered. It still hurts a lot. But it's okay. I'm okay.