3/8/1982

No longer did I wake up to a mess. No longer were there dirty socks littering my hallway. This evenings paper will never again touch the rough oak dining table gifted to me from my grandmother. There will be tears, and trying to explain it to the kids. But your picture is still on my night stand. Our wedding photos proudly hung above our suede couch. You are gone, and I will miss you. Your soul has left us behind but your essence lingers through this house giving us small comfort each day.



Happy Birthday James.

Reviews

[NowhereMan]

Not relatable in the exact situation to me, as I've never been married and don't plan to be. However, the emotions conveyed by you here have been experienced universally, by every human. With subtle, yet powerful words, you've made me feel what you have. Impressive.