I woke up this morning and the tears started to slowly roll down onto my pillow. I hate this day of the year (no, not because of daylight savings time). I looked down at the sleeping cat on my chest and the sleeping dog on the floor beneath my dangling arm. Do they even remember their Daddy? I believe they do and perhaps they miss him too. It’s hard to accept that it’s three years ago today I watched my beloved Jim draw what was to be his very last breath. He got his wish… he died first. He didn’t want to leave me and I most certainly didn’t want him to but, he knew he would not survive alone, so he wished to go first. He was right in his belief that I would survive without him. There’s just one problem with being a survivor… you start to feel irrelevant and I suppose that stems from being alone so much. I went from being a loving, supportive wife to a widow. Widows serve no purpose in life. I don’t need to remind everyone of his talents and personality because there are plenty of witnesses to speak of that and so much more. Facebook asked what was on my mind and the answer is my dead husband.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 23:05:12 +0000
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