Starting Over
They say your life can change in an instant; I never quite fully understood that until it happened to me. My phone rang, I still wish I didn’t answer it. Heart attack they said, the police had no information. In retrospect they probably knew that he was already gone but he wasn’t going to tell me. A trip to the hospital er and my life will never be the same.
6 months later I look back and am finally facing that day. Wishing there was a way to change it, or to have kept it from happening. Powerless, hopeless, heartbroken, scared.
Selfishly I wallow in my grief for the man I loved, the man who made me laugh, gave me confidence and brought hope and joy in my life. My children they have lost a father who worshipped them and taught them and loved them more than any human being could be loved. How fair is that? Why did it happen to them? To me? The pain is unbearable, people tell me that time will heal. I doubt it.
Just a little hope, that’s all I need.
