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.
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.
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"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.
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