The Death Of A Loved One
My beloved partner of 37 years made her transition last year. As her passing got nearer, (it was cancer), I dreaded the time to come.
I slept in a chair in her room at Hospice and at 4.20 am, got up to use the bathroom. I stopped by her bed on the way back and kissed her gently on the forehead. She took another couple of breaths and then stopped breathing.
The thing is, that I have carried on in an unexpectedly calm fashion. I know she worried that I might go 'off the rails' a bit, but it just hasn't turned out that way, though I do at times make my pillow a bit damp.
I kiss her photo every night before turning in,speak to her constantly, and generally incorporate her into everything I do. I know she's there waiting for me, and I sometimes wonder (I know this is trivial) is there a certain shyness when we meet our loved ones again, just as there is after a separation here?
Thank you for your site. Much love,