Today, someone spoke to me of a woman who lost her spouse to covid in 2020. This person said, he didn’t choose to die, covid took him. That hit me hard. This man didn’t choose to die but the man I love did choose that on May 8, 2022. He took his life and in doing so irrevocably changed mine, his mothers and everyone else’s. Each night I think, tomorrow I’ll feel better and I’ll be productive. Each morning I wake up and get hit by the grief immediately. I spend my days in a fog pretending I’m ok. I cry multiple times every day. I want him back and I know that won’t happen. I love him and I miss him every moment of every day.

Posted by bjbank2214 at 2022-06-02 20:24:58 UTC