There is something so painful about losing the love of your life. It is often hard to put into words.
Even after two years and seven months the pain runs so deep it holds you back from breathing. You have to take a deep breath in just to come alive and see the world is still moving around you.
You wake up one day and realize he is gone. Gone for ever. That punch in the gut returns. Tears begin to shed and you wonder how your children even survived.
Guilt sets in. Did I love them through this enough? Did I say the right things. Hold them right. Tell them I am sorry they lost their father. Wiłl they ever forgive me? Do they feel enough love in their own lives to survive.
Losing you was hard. Living life after you are gone. Harder. I cry for you to return to our simple life. For the love you gave me. For making me feel I was enough and never doubting my love for you.
Some how you managed to place someone in my life who hurts just as much as I do. You both knew we would need each other to move forward.
Thank you! Thank you for filling up my sanctuary. You have found me a safe place to fall. He helps to take away my worries. He has become my refuge from it all.
Thank you my loving sweet Johns for loving me and guiding me through my past and present life.
Luv,luv,
Julie 💙
