Some of you don't realize I lost my wife, whom I'd shared my life with for over ten years, to cancer in August.
Hard enogh to hold a heart that's been torn apart like hamburger, but to offer it up like a small child with a macaroni picture, and have others callously step on it, brings new meaning to the word "pain".
I don't expect all I had with my wife, wouldn't be fair to anyone. But oh to have that shoulder to cry on once again, that understanding smile that says volumes with silence, so many little things to show I'm loved and cherished.
It is hard to go back to a life where I'm just a poor stupid ant, a nobody to everybody.
To have to prove myself all over again, because I'm nothing more than a stranger, not someone's beloved husband anymore...
It is hard to find the strength to love and trust others when they're wearing hob-nailed boots and cynicism is dripping from their fingers...
2006-09-27
15:03:02
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