Some Days are Better than Others

I don’t think my brain has quite come to terms with the fact that my wife is gone, and will never return.

It’s like my brain is stuck. I will be walking up to the house and know that my wife won’t be there, but my brain interjects that she might be. Or that maybe not now, but another day. It’s really shocking each time I have to reason with myself.

She won’t be there. I’ll never have the opportunity to see her again. I can almost hear her, but won’t ever actually hear her ever again. Wow.

I know she’s gone, but why can’t I seem to really understand that? Can I even? Will I cease to exist if I really accept it? I certainly don’t want to be in a world without her.

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