Originally posted on FB on Sunday, 1 April 2012
Alrighty, so tomorrow is April 2nd. Tomorrow is <my husband's> birthday. Tomorrow <he> should turn 38. We should go to Pizza Delight for his free supper, he loved that. He should be getting ever closer to turning 40 and I should be teasing him about being my old man.
But he isn't here. He isn't here.
Regular days come and go but tomorrow makes my heart ache. Tomorrow is his but he's not here to claim it. He's not here.
When I let my self think about it gives me such an empty feeling. The image, well the sound, I think of is like a bell that's been run and stopped short in a huge empty room. That's it. The end.
Oh my goodness I miss him.
If you should happen to see <his> parents tomorrow hug them tight. Their baby isn't here.
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