Seven months yesterday!
The morning of November 3, is branded on my mind and body.
I remember the electric bolt that seared my being when I heard the words:
“His heart stopped. He passed away.”
For a moment, after I got dressed and called friends, I sat down on a chair in the kitchen. My whole body folded on itself like a string puppet without it’s strings. Everything seemed to give way to destruction.
My body felt the impact of Andrew’s fall, thud, thud, thud.
Just as suddenly this nauseating, life-destroying assault on my mind and body receded, like behind a curtain.
It comes back and visits when I least expect it.
I cannot understand, I cannot, I cannot.
Darling come back, please come back……
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