It’s a strange feeling when you lose someone or something. In part, you remind yourself that they’re at peace and no longer suffering.

But then there’s the weird silences that’s normally filled in by them. When I see my nephews, it would be my brother’s voice filling in the silence. When I’m feeding my cats, it would be Missy.

It’s a strange feeling that will never go away and it’s odd how we expect them to still turn up out of nowhere because we know deep down they have gone.