Feel like Im making progress, then a flood of emotions and tears. My new norm?I miss the little things. His strong arms circled me, his knees tucked behind mine. He held me close, heat radiating against my back from his very solid, very physical presence. There was security. We lay that way for awhile, content. “Ok switch.” He rolled over, and I turned also, both of us now on our right sides, my knees tucked behind his knees. I held him close. And he was asleep within seconds, his chest rising and falling in a slow, gentle rhythm. I nestled behind him, warm and secure. Night after night we followed this pattern. He held me for awhile. Then I held him. Or we just held hands. Then he fell asleep. And I lay there soaking in his warmth, taking in every detail. Finally I slept. (Grief Share)
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 15:58:56 +0000
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