I keep flipping through my photos of Constance. I remember all the days we had together, saying thank you for each.
There’s this indoor gymnasium called Jump America. One day a month, they have a sensory friendly jump day specifically for people on the spectrum. We’d go and jump. She loved it. The absolute bliss she experienced while hopping on those trampolines was pure and memory-making.
I look back at those pictures and I wish I could have just one more do-over. Just one more rewind. Just one more hug. I know that I’m lucky to have the time with her that I did. Wishing for more is fruitless but I can’t stop. I miss her terribly. She was the one thing in my life that mattered. The hole she left fills every horizon.