I am living in the days after my best-friend /companion /confidant/ lover/ soulmate/ husband left his wrecked body behind, and moved into the the afterlife, joining his father and others he loved who had gone on before him.
Its an unbelievable, unreal place to be–living without his shining eyes, his smile, even his pain and suffering, which there was a lot of these last months. Instead of writing on a novel this morning, I was writing his obituary. Instead of going to a doctor’s appointment with him today, I will be going to a funeral home.
How can something seemingly small–the passing of one spirit–change the entire world?