This post may strike you as
strange, but I wonder about it now and then, andI suspect that you do, too. The what ifs.
Two years after Evelyn died,
I finally accepted the reality that she wasn’t coming back. Those of you who
have lost people are nodding your heads. You understand. Everyone else is
probably thinking, “It’s about time.”
I stopped expecting to see Ev
come home after teaching, or working at her desk, cooking in the kitchen, or smiling
in bed when I woke up. I stopped hoping that it was all a nightmare, that the doctor had made a mistake and she wasn’t dead. She had just been misplaced.
(photo first published in Modern Loss, http://modernloss.com/day-lovers-without-mine/)
