I’ve lost my best friend, my soulmate. My husband passed away on Tuesday, March 7th at 4 am. He quietly slipped away in his sleep at the hospital. After a long illness, he is finally at peace. I’m devastated, and feeling guilty for wanting him back. Breakfast is the worst. That empty chair stares back at me. The silence – like a knife.
I shall be absent for a while. If you have someone who is failing in health, touch them, hold their hand, look into their eyes and convey how much they are loved and valued.
Judy Weir / Feather Stone / F. Stone