August 30
It’s Monday night, August 30.
I remember clearly what I was doing a week ago right now. I was sitting where I’m sitting, and looking at Julie. It was the last night of her life, and it was the night I decided she had suffered enough.
There are times I can’t quite believe it was real, that it happened at all.
There are times I can’t quite believe I had her at all, that I was fortunate enough to spend 14 years with Julie.
And there are times, like now, that I can’t imagine what I will do without her.
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