Four weeks ago today I climbed into the hospital bed with you and held you for your last hours. I told you it was alright for you to go and that I would be ok, and I asked you to wait for me till I see you again. I’m definitely NOT ok. I am completely broken. I wake up and my heart breaks again, and I go through my day nurturing my broken heart until it’s time to go to bed again. Without you. The strangest thing is that life is going on without you in it, and I continue to engage with this new World without you. I feel like I am marking time until I can be with you, but I know deep down that I have to reconnect with the living. I miss you. Deeply and painfully.

Posted by ruthb69 at 2022-05-29 16:30:05 UTC