” For a few weeks after he died I would wake up in the middle of the night and think for a second he was there. But then I would remember he was gone.”
That is the worst. Or maybe the best- believing they are with us. That has happened to me so many times- especially with my best friend, who was brutally murdered. I think, ‘Oh, I need to call her and tell her about...’ then remember she is gone. But for one brief moment, she is still with me here on earth.
My wife suffered the same fate and that was 45 years ago and I still have that problem. She was carrying our child at the time.
You have let me know I am not alone...thank you.