Wednesday, January 24, 2018

365

Three hundred and sixty five days ago she needed to go to the hospital for a routine bug or something.  The hundredth such visit.  No worries.

Sometime tonight I was reading to her as I always did at bed time.  It was a bit later in the night than usual.  She smiled at me and rolled onto her side.

Three hundred and sixty five days from tomorrow morning I walked out of that building.  A dazed expressing on my face.  Carrying her pillow.  It was all I had left.

A blink of an eye and one of the brightest candles ever.  Just. Went. Out.

I don't think that tomorrow is going to be a very good day.
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4 comments:

  1. CashmereLibrarianJanuary 29, 2018 at 3:10 PM

    I have no words, but you’re in my thoughts.

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  2. M.LaneFebruary 11, 2018 at 7:40 PM

    Thank you CL.

    ML

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  3. BenFebruary 14, 2018 at 1:57 PM

    I am still so sorry for your loss, my friend.

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  4. ADGJune 18, 2018 at 5:29 AM

    Oh my. I've been so wrapped up in my own challenges and so burnt out on the blogosphere that I've not gandered at anyone's blog in a few years. I am so sorry for your loss and I hope that you are finding your way forward with peace.

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