Thursday, June 20, 2013

20 June 2012

I have spent the last 15 hours working, cleaning, and preparing to pack. I've tried to keep and stay busy.
I've had to say that my husband is dead way too much today. Too much death, sadness.
Yes, it "still" hurts to have to say it out loud. Strangers or friends. 
It hurts to remember his smell, then remember he is gone. 
Sad anniversary for me. The last time he was able to be romantic. To have that part of himself. 
The last time he kissed me, not the other way. 

I miss you. 

My last real kiss. 

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