Saturday, December 15, 2012

Grey Day

I am glad I did not have to wake up this morning to the stark realization that my beloved was dead.

And, worse, to the gnawing sense that I had not been able to protect hi/her.

My consolers would tell me it wasn't my fault, I couldn't have done anything to prevent it.

They would be right, but I would not be consoled.

1 comment:

dilbert dogbert said...

"And, worse, to the gnawing sense that I had not been able to protect hi/her."

I have woken in many mornings with that thought in my head. Knowing I should have taken her to the hospital, as I had done before, and that have might have saved her or at least given me more time to say good by and that I loved her.