Nine months and six days ago we made our last trip to the ER. I certainly didn't think it was going to be the last trip at the time. On the way there, my gas light came on. I didn't even notice it because I usually never let my tank get below 1/4 of a tank. My husband noticed it and brought it to my attention. I said, "Honey, it will have to wait." Then a block later I realized that I could run out of gas in the middle of the night on my way home so I made a quick right hand turn into the gas staton that we had just passed. I said, "Honey, you don't mind if I stop for gas do you?" He smiled and said, "I'd rather you do that that, than to make you push, because I don't think I'm up to doing the pushing,". He continued to tease me all of the way to the hospital.
Yesterday on my way home from work my gas light came on again, one block from the same gas station. I could almost hear him laughing at me.
Dennis died 9 months ago today. I have been trying my best to cope and fill my life with nothing but positive things. Without him, a part of me will always be empty.