Mornings seem to be the toughest part of the day for me. I wake up, and he’s not here. So, I have been sitting down at the computer and writing here. I think it helps.
Over the last five days, I have gone over the details and events of Dave’s last 36 hours or so. I comb through trying to remember each word or gesture. I wonder what I could have done or said differently. I think (hope) this is part of my healing.
That last Friday, when I went in to check on him, he was sleeping soundly. So I left a big bowl of raspberries on the table beside him. A little later when I went in, the bowl was empty. Dave never was able to resist some delicious berries. Later I teased him –
Me: I see you found the berries.
D: I was so happy when I woke up and saw them. <BIG GRIN> You are one in a million.
I will hold those words forever in my heart.