You Do Everything Together. You go shopping. You go to the movies. You go for dinner and then have ice cream later. You volunteer. You sing in the car.
The day will come. You will feel whole again. They will not be your first thought when you wake up, and they will not be your last before you go to sleep.
Death is imminent and because so, other people’s reactions to the news can actually sometimes make the grieving process worse.
The uncertainty crushes you.
Why doesn’t my mother love me?
I wasn’t ready to lose you, I wasn’t ready to live without you.
“I’m not that tired. Besides, I’m talking to you.”
“So I’m your shot of caffeine?” she teased. She froze when she realized how flirty that sounded. In fact, the whole conversation had a playful undertone. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
You broke my heart each time you looked at my mom with hate in your eyes. I felt like all of the hate was directed at me. You thought you hid it well, but I saw it every time.
Know the difference between giving up and letting go. Be your own everything.
The one rule we do follow is an important vow from our wedding. Among the promises we made that day was that we would be there for each other in sickness and in health. What we didn’t know is how little time we would have between “I do” and cancer.