A bittersweet write. I was almost in tears reading about the loss and your pain and then you switched gears and started getting on with your life. Unexpected and actually quite pleasing! I am approaching this from the standpoint of a writing exercise comment not a critique of your life. I'm looking forward to your next installment and will work backwards to read the previous writings.
Thank you California Girl, it was a terrible time for me.. I watched him die in 30 days.. the cancer giving him unbearable pain and the hospital not giving him enough pain killers until I complained so much that they gave him a morphine pump that he could adminster himself. He lapsed into unconsciousness and we did not have any chance to talk before he died. I walked in one day and found he had died before I arrived. I walked to his bed, saying "oh Pete, don't go.. !" I kissed his forehead and thought that this was the only trip he would take without me... we had always traveled together. But this time he was on the train and I was still standing on the platform, alone and saying goodbye. My heart was broken into a million pieces. I was bleeding but no one saw it.
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A bittersweet write. I was almost in tears reading about the loss and your pain and then you switched gears and started getting on with your life. Unexpected and actually quite pleasing! I am approaching this from the standpoint of a writing exercise comment not a critique of your life. I'm looking forward to your next installment and will work backwards to read the previous writings.
Thank you California Girl, it was a terrible time for me.. I watched him die in 30 days.. the cancer giving him unbearable pain and the hospital not giving him enough pain killers until I complained so much that they gave him a morphine pump that he could adminster himself. He lapsed into unconsciousness and we did not have any chance to talk before he died. I walked in one day and found he had died before I arrived. I walked to his bed, saying "oh Pete, don't go.. !" I kissed his forehead and thought that this was the only trip he would take without me... we had always traveled together. But this time he was on the train and I was still standing on the platform, alone and saying goodbye. My heart was broken into a million pieces. I was bleeding but no one saw it.
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