It's been just over a year since my husband of 34 years passed away. I still miss my friend. It wasn't a perfect marriage but I still loved him so. We were so much alike. We were hungry for the same things, we would go for a drive, or talk about old times. I pretend that he is at work or has gone to the store and he'll be home any minute. I'll hear the garage door or hear him coming up the stairs. I miss his smile. I miss dancing with him. I wished he would come walking through the door. Life just doesn't have the same joy anymore. I wished he'd visit my dreams. But no dreams. Some people get that. I wished I did. I miss us laughing.
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Aug 21, 2014