My Love,
I thought I would let you know how I'm doing some three months after your passing. I miss you more than ever. I try as you wanted, and as I promised, to move on with my life. It is more difficult than you can imagine. I sometimes wake in the middle of the night and think I see you laying next to me. In the low light I reach out to touch you and discover it is only the pillows that make up your side of the bed.
Trying to part with those things that belonged to you is the hardest. In the light of day I tackle it as any task I would do, then at night I cry, thinking I am erasing you. The guilt I feel is sometimes more than I can bear. I know you told me they are only things, but they were your things.
The photograph of you that use to make me laugh because of the goofy Mickey Mouse ears and the equally goofy face you made, now only makes me cry the moment I see it. It's the realization that I will never again be able to laugh at your antics. Without laughter there is no joy, and without joy, there is only sadness and despair.
I will continue to try and move on, but know this, I will never forget you, and I will never stop loving you for as long as I draw breath.
Yours, Moke
To my family and friends, I posted this to answer your question about how I'm doing. Some days are better than others, and to be honest, your love and friendship is the only thing that gets me through the night.
ReplyDeleteCome up for a visit before winter hits. We would love to spoil you a bit and tire you out from all the running around you’ll be required to do for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Deb
ReplyDeleteI will give that serious consideration. Thanks!
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