1 I made it. A year without you. I thought Id die, but I didnt. God isnt ready yet. Or that merciful. I am broken...and lost...but surviving. You were only sick for 6 months, but youve been gone a year tomorrow at exactly 20.45 when you exhaled for the last time. Everything happens for a reason they tell me. I have found no reason as yet for you leaving. I am alone. I am tired of crying. I have cried every single day. I hold out hope that someday, in the not too distant future I can have a day without tears. You were everything here. I have a hollowness that is unforgiving inside me. It is a pain like none Ive ever known. A year. A whole year. My God! I hope and pray that eventually I can cope with the reality of it all and get to living again. I miss your smile. Your arm flopping over me at night. Your snoring. I miss driving to work with you. All 2000 miles in any given direction. I miss New Hampshire vacations. And just walking on the beach or watching you fish & clam on the pond. Kisses through the screen. And Georgie.... (Thats a secret) I miss arguing about answers and definitions. I miss laughing. God! I miss laughing. And Christmas lights. And dough cakes & Mac & cottage cheese. I miss drag strips & TVA & mole crickets & road trips with broken fingers and bears & orange shorts & Hawaiian shirts. I miss life. My life. Our life. Bridge blasts & inspecting pipes & seeing where youve been. I miss dreaming of our future & wanting to make that last goal. I miss you Haubs. I miss you so much..... AMLA~G
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 03:22:13 +0000
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