So today, well actually yesterday now, was my late husband’s birthday. I tried to honor him by going to one of his favorite places, Sushi Train. It brought back many memories of dinners there, and the staff was concerned when I came in without him and because they hadn’t seen him for a long time. I tearfully informed them of the tragic news of his passing.
I am sorry that I do not have the energy to write this time. I’ve gotten very sick with a respiratory infection that may be turning into pneumonia, and I’m emotionally drained.
Writing used to be therapeutic and the words flowed easily, but right at this moment I am numb.
I will end this by saying that I miss David more than I thought possible, and I do not like this life without him. It’s not the being alone part that bothers me, it’s the being without him that I can’t stand.
As I try to sleep I will hope that tomorrow I will somehow cope better.