Wayne lived out in the country. Walking into his house was like entering a cave. The curtains were drawn, the lights off.
Wayne sat in his recliner, staring at the wall. Neither of us said anything for several minutes.
Finally, Wayne began to shake. His face contorted as if in pain. His eyes were red from lack of sleep.
“I miss her so much,” he stammered.
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For me, it’s a Bryan Adams or Collective Soul song. The roar of a super-charged Mustang. A plate full of cheesy potatoes. Fall leaves. A blue suit. His name.
My husband Chuck died on January 24, 2009.Soon after the initial days following my husband's death, after the flurry of activity, the planning of funeral arrangements, friends and family gone, I was in a state of shock, in a catatonic state, temporarily frozen in place, not knowing or understanding what to do next.
My trip to Heaven was pretty sweet
Yes, I arrived here with some flair
I slid in sideways screaming yee haw
When someone we love exits, they leave a hole. A large one.
“She was the most wonderful woman. Words can’t express how much I loved her. She’s gone, and now there’s a hole where my heart was,” Larry said, staring at his wife Darlene’s picture.
“I can’t imagine the world without her. She was my life. What am I supposed to do now? How am I going to go on living?”
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