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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I have no words, but you’re in my thoughts.
Thank you CL.
ML
I am still so sorry for your loss, my friend.
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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