I thought I could run away from the pain. While I was with my family I was able to talk about Rod and it didn't hurt. It was like other trips I took when he stayed home. But back then, when I got home he would be here. This time he isn't. I keep expecting him to be in the kitchen, I want to go tell him something about the little cousins or something about Hawaii. But he isn't here. I still can't accept that he is gone. Last night I just had to take a nap, I slept on the couch while the sun was up and it was dark when I woke. It felt just like the first weeks after my family went home after the services. Cold. Lonesome. There is no running. And I know I could never leave this place to live elsewhere.
Barb