At 7 1/2 months out from my wife's passing, I feel more lonely each day. Like a polar bear stuck on a shrinking piece of ice, my world feels as if it's slowly diminishing. Sure, I get through the days, which something in itself, but the heartache infuses everything in those same days with an emptiness. No real purpose or point. Sleepwalking through life is how it feels for the most part. Oh, how I long for the touch, smell, and sound of Koni when she comes into the room saying 'Hi Daddy' as she gives me a hug that would make my world right again. Alas, it is not to be.
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