I wake to the sound of birds chirping, the suns light washing over everything. The first thing I see when I roll over is the framed picture of us.
A small oak frame that holds the memory of a moment once alive but now only a snapshot.
The way you are looking at me, your smile as wide as it ever was, reaching ear to ear. The look of love so evident.
We had the kind of love that some people never even know exists. I didn’t even know it existed until I met you. Oh it was magical.
Staring at that picture, I have proof that it existed. You were once real. You were once here, a living, breathing man that stole my heart on a cold November day.
I sit all the way up and plant my feet on the floor, taking hold of the frame as I do every morning.
I feel the wood, the softness of it between my fingers. I stare at who I used to be. I hardly recognize that woman anymore.
When you left, you took most of me too. You were my heart, my soul, my other half. It felt like, at times, you were even the air I breathed.
I try to hold back my saddness but a single tear flows down my cheek and I can’t help but feel my heart breaking all over again. I still need you. I don’t think I can do this without you.
I take a few minutes to compose myself and rise, setting the frame back in it’s resting place.
A new day is here, I cannot force the night to stay no matter how much I beg. The sun always rises and forces me to wake.
Like yesterday, and the day before that, I will try to get through these hours of daylight. I have to live, for you, for me, for us. I know that is what you would want because while you were here, you lived life to the fullest and thought of each new day as an adventure.
You taught me how to stop being only alive. You showed me how to open each new day as a gift. You did not waste a single second of an hour. Maybe somehow you knew that you had a short life, or maybe you just knew how precious life was.
You were truly magic and you made life magical.
I am not sure I can do this today, lie you to rest and say goodbye. I always hated goodbyes but knowing this one is so permenant, that I will never see that smile again or hear your voice…how can I ever say goodbye?
In a few hours I will be glancing at your face, touching you for the last time. You will become a memory of what once was. A man that once existed and was the love of my life.
I will wear black and I will mourn you but I won’t let go. Not yet, maybe not ever.
Then I will return to a life without you and learn all over again how to be alone. Knowing that without you, my life, forever changed, can never be whole again.
You are irreplaceable.
Even though you are gone, our love will remain through me, and this child that grows inside me. A part of you that will live on, a part of us that will forever be ours.
Living, breathing proof of our love and what we created.