Peter
It is so quiet, as I walk around the house I see you. I see you at the vanity fixing your hair, in the kitchen slaving over a dinner for two. I walk with you throughout our home. You haven’t left, yet there is loneliness. I don’t remember the days of pain and you’re fussing over the scarves to hide your hair loss, as much as the pride you had, the brave way you carried yourself through the stores and sitting at the restaurant as if everything was normal and you had everything under control. I glowed with pride when you told your friends you were getting better, just after the Doctor told you different. No one was to fuss over you my love, not even me. With everything I did to make you comfortable, you fussed that I shouldn’t hurt myself. I didn’t mind, I knew it was my last chance to be your friend, your companion your Love.
In a blink of an eye we shall all be there to share your new beginning. You get to enjoy Joe’s stories, and Jim’s excessive sports quotes. But we will be with you soon. I miss you as does everyone who knew you.