It hits me when I least expect it. I'm here at work, typing away being oh-so-productive when suddenly the bottom drops out of my stomach: my honey is gone. I keep trying to wrap my mind around this reality that I will never see you again. The years stretch before me, endlessly dripping into the beyond, and all I can think of is - what will I do without you? To accept that all the plans we made, the anticipation of growing old together - it will never happen. I never get to hug you again, I never get to laugh with you. That concept just doesn't want to go down. I feel it stuck in my chest, and I try to swallow it up and accept it, but it remains like a fossilized lump in my throat. Oh, honey, I love you so much! Help me be strong today. <3
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You did an awesome job reading this at the service. Chris would've been very proud of you, Laura. I can almost hear him bragging...
Thank you, Ray. I love and miss my honey so much...my soul is just yearning for him more than I can possibly say. It is good to think that he would be proud of me for how I am handling everything. He knows my struggles, and so he wouldn't be surprised I bought some dresses and some furniture. But he would look beyond that, and he would understand. I love my honey more than I could ever say and miss him desperately. :(
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