Today- is the last day I saw my Brad.
It seems like only two months. The pain is as bad as it always is, and yet as this time approaches, I could tell that my heart hurt - more?
How could it hurt more. And yet there is a difference. My stomach is tight and I feel worse and worse. I'm crying even more. I'm yelling even more - NO! WE MISS YOU! WE NEED YOU!
DON'T! I'm half afraid to scream "Come Back", in case he has reached some Peace, but, sometimes it slips out.