I was just informed that three people we knew were fighting cancer. One for 15 years, one for two years, third for one year.
From the time he was diagnosed til his passing was (2) months and 17 days. Thats all I had with him. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but, I feel cheated.
The calls come less and less. Everyone has gone back to their own lives. What do I go back to?
My whole world has changed. I am expected to move on, to act as if nothing happened. It’s only been 42 days, and I feel more lost now than before. Writing in this journal helps alot!
I miss him…….