"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, buddy. I'm
ok."
"You're just sad?"
"Yeah...I'm just
sad."
"It's going to be ok,
daddy. I love you." Our four year old son says as he embraces me
with tiny arms made of wire. He's been having to comfort me like this
a lot lately and it breaks my heart a little more each time.
I feel as if I'm failing
him and your memory. I pray and go to church like I'm supposed to. I
go to work every day and support our child. All day long I stay
strong, because I have to. Every night I sleep on the couch, because
our bed is too big and it reminds me of what's missing. I also found
that every time I slept in it, there was a little bit less or your
scent still clinging to the unwashed sheets.
I think I died with you on
that day in November. I remember it was the worst storm I'd ever seen
and the roads outside were treacherous. Jeremy had a fever and we
needed to get him something to take it down. We were still such new
parents back then and didn't plan ahead for this, which left us
staring out into the storm wondering what to do.
"Listen,"
I told you, "The drug store is just down the street. I'll go and
be right back. It won't take 10 minutes."
"Allen, you've never
driven on roads like this. I have. Besides, we don't even know if the
store is open. I'm going to go and you're not going to fight me on
this." Your eyes narrowed to show me your mind had been made up.
Then they softened as you told me, "I'll be right back. I love
you." Then you kissed me on the cheek and I never saw you again.
My life stopped when I
received the news. It feels like ever since then I've never been able
to move passed that moment. It's all as raw and painful as it was
back then. I keep watching the driveway expecting your car to pull in
or waiting for a phone call which will never come.
I look at Jeremy and he's
growing up so fast. He asks about you and I'm able to remember a
little bit less each time I tell him. Everything about you is fading
away from me except the agony of your absence.
Now, he's holding me.
Wishing he could make his daddy smile, take all of my pain away so we
can be happy together. But he can't. And for that I am so, so sorry.
I was inspired to write this piece after I had dinner with a friend while in California. She told me things about her I didn't previously know and wrote this so she wouldn't feel so alone.
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