Mourning began the day of your diagnosis, and so it went…
your body, your face…changing before my eyes. somber faces all around, unable to tell me what I “knew” was coming…BUT had no idea the train wreck it would be.
oh, there was laughter and glimmers of hope, BUT sorrow and grief were waiting at the door. Ah, the tsunami that would soon engulf me…no way to prepare.
your body, a shell of what it had been. your face, tiny, ashy. your eyes, sunken, shut. your mouth…no more sounds. how? why? ugh!!!
Mourning continued…BUT, oh what awaited, who can prepare?!?!
cold, horridly cold…a shiver shaking my body…that hasn’t stopped
relentless reel playing over and over…your little body placed in a bag. a dark, cold van. a white box – why?!?! how is this even possible?
AND then the inevitable. You know it’s coming, BUT…
the white box, that contains your earthly shell – so precious – is lowered, covered AND you are forever GONE!!!
Unraveled! Undone! Short Circuited! Forever Changed!
Almost twenty-three months…mourning continues…
it will continue until the day we are together, AGAIN ❤
"Ready Pen..." 