Tonight, sorrow hit me big time – half an hour ago I started crying, and I can’t stop.
Memories hit fast and furious as my mind replayed the events of tonight, in 2018.
2 years ago, at this time, after everyone had left Bob’s room and gone back to their homes … I held Bob’s hand and played music through the night on the Notebook. Bob liked Southern Gospel, so that is what I stuck to; with some easy listening country music that spoke of the glories that awaited him on his fast-approaching-journey.
Bob and I never grieved his passing.
I don’t grieve his passing today.
BUT I DO MISS BOB.
I am glad he is no longer suffering … but I miss seeing his face, touching him, looking into his beautiful eyes, kissing his mouth, cuddling into his embrace; making love.
I know he’s better off.
I just miss everything that summed up his life, here; with me while he was mine.
And tomorrow, I will be much better: I promised that to Bob.
I never lied to Bob. Ever.
Tonight, I am sorrowing – tomorrow morning, after 8:05 AM – I’ll start soldering up and marching forward again.
I promised.
And I never lied to Bob.
