Today it has been four weeks to the day that Tricky past away. It seems so much longer. And it is still so close. I guess it has gotten easier, but in other ways not at all. It is not as if I am still unwilling to let him fully go. But each fond and happy memory of him is still linked to this unwillingness to accept reality of him being gone. But the moments happen less often and I guess that’s the way mourning goes.