It's Been A Week

It's been a week since Micah passed. I know that because the calendar says so. My body doesn’t recognize it yet. A week since Micah died, and we’ve now moved through our first Christmas without him.

The day happened. The house was loud. The kids were excited. Food was made. And all of it existed alongside the constant awareness that Muncle wasn’t here.

Normally, he would have been locked in on one very specific part of the meal. Not the whole thing; usually green beans or turkey & gravy. Just one element he decided mattered most. He’d be focused on that, half-listening, cracking jokes loudly, laughing hardest at something one of the kids said that no one else fully caught. Present, but in his own way. Around. Always around.

I kept reaching for my phone out of habit. Funny memes. Screenshots. Things I would have sent him without thinking. I wanted to text “Mirney Kippers” and “Happy Festivus,” like muscle memory hadn’t been interrupted.

He keeps showing up anyway.

In street signs that make no sense. In movie clips I wasn’t looking for. In moments that stop me mid-thought because I know exactly what he would have said. I notice him everywhere, without trying to.

That was always Micah. He didn’t need to be doing anything special. He just wanted to be around. Around family. Around the kids. Sitting nearby. Watching. Listening. Existing in the same space.

So maybe this is what that looks like now.

A week in, the world hasn’t shifted the way I expected it to. Time feels uneven. Some moments drag. Others disappear entirely. Grief doesn’t arrive loudly. It settles in quietly and stays.

We miss him in ways that don’t announce themselves. In the pauses. In the reflexes. In the things that don’t happen.

Micah is still here in those spaces. Not loudly. Just consistently.

My yuh you

-Han

Celebration of Life

We’ll be holding a Celebration of Life for Micah on January 10th at 3 PM. I’ve created a Facebook event with the details, which I’ll link here, below in the blog for anyone who wants to join us.

Our Sincere Gratitude

Thank you, most sincerely, to those that have reached out, texted, called, sent gifts, showed up, donated...it's overwhelming in the best of ways. Your generosity has meant the world to us and we are constantly blown away. I rest easier knowing that Micah had a month of round-the-clock love, constant friends and support, and an attentive audience.

We hear you, we see the texts, we feel the hugs. Thank you.