I wrote the poem below this post and I shared it with my dear sweet husband. Here is his response, via text because he was in the OR working.
"She is watching over us. I am sorry I could not protect her. I let you down. I am sorry."
My heart is
He truly does grieve different than me. How am I surviving this? Am I surviving this? Is this how life is to be?
Is my heart going to be broken forever?
Thank you for listening, whoever is out there.
1 year ago