It still hits me like a ton of bricks now and then.
I was having a great day yesterday, with our old friends Craig and Cindy visiting from New Jersey.
We were at Merlefest, waiting to see Doc Watson and the Frosty Mon Reunion — always my favorite part or Merlefest, and a woman behind us in line said something about someone being very sick with cancer.
I was transported back to the final days of Mike’s life.
I told Cindy tonight I’ve learned to continue to function in these moments.Other people don’t know they’re happening, but they happen every day.
I see him broken and dying. I see him unable to stand up without help. I see him trying to tell me he loves me with his last ounce of strength and I realize it never should have happened that way.
I’ve learned to function with a broken heart.
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