I know it's been said over and over but how can the love of my life leave this earth at the young age of 44 and the world continue to spin and time march on. How can that be? I have promised to blog this journey but to be perfectly honest I was too busy living and surviving this hell to talk about it.
I cried for you today. I cried for me, for us, for our son. The tears are always right there on the edge and I never know when they are coming. I'm an emotional mess in my mind. To others they see your strong wife.
Everyday I wake up and remember the nightmare of losing you and I shake it off and get up. I wish the good memories would drown the horror but I guess that peace is not due me.
I can smile now and I can laugh. We all tell Gary stories with great vigor. You are still in our everyday lives but so is the pain of loosing you. I wish god would grant me one more day and I promise not to waste it. I love you forever and miss you even longer. My soul is fractured and I never expect that to change.