On February 25, 2014 I was involuntarily put in the Gold Star Club. This is his story.
Life. Our new normal. It is excruciating, lonely, difficult; yet calming, maybe even peaceful at times.
I hate it.
But it is what it is. I can’t change it.
The roller coaster of emotions is cruel. Daunting. Sneaks up on me when I least expect. The smallest things set me off. Smells, sights, sounds… Things a ‘normal’ person wouldn’t consider painful.
It’s like getting my heart twisted and broken, over and over and over; I can’t control it.
When he passed away, the night was a blur. Still is in fact. I want to remember, but I don’t.
I ran to the gas station for him. I was gone, at most, ten minutes. I will never forgive myself for leaving.
I came home, hollered his name. No response. I looked down our hallway, to see him slumped over and passed out. Same ol’ … Continue Reading