Seeing pictures of Mike Wheeler from before s5 is like seeing the picture of my dead son that went to war and he’s still on the mantel but I never look because it’s too hard, but whenever I do, I catch my reflection in the frame and see our souls and eyes match (because we’re family) and everything is the same until my tears well up and suddenly I remember we are not the same and the only thing separating us is the fact that he is gone, rid of any emotion unlike I, who is forced to feel the weight and I am now obligated to look into a mere frame of who my son was before he passed and could even say goodbye if I even want to glimpse at him once again in my life, it was so sudden that it flashed before my eyes because even I didn’t see it coming and I thought he would come back home from christmas but indeed, he did not.
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