It’s been ninety days without you.
When this post publishes it will be exactly 90 days since I walked you to the white van parked in our driveway to see you off. The night was cool, being after midnight, and the kind ushers walked in slow motion as they made their way step by careful step. The streetlight at the curb, shining so bright, could not rival the bright light of love you left behind.
It was hard going before that and I am sorry the dying process asked so much of you. You never did anything halfway and dying was no exception.
You gave us so many gifts as you made your way to your final breath. We were all that mattered to you, so true was your devotion. The kind of love rarely seen; single-minded and 100%.
It’s been ninety days since you left and I miss you like crazy.
On this 90th day I’ve written you a 90-word poem.
I hope you like my poem. It says everything I cannot seem to put into words here.
Loving you always,
I miss your combination of strength
I miss your humor
that never missed a beat.
I miss the dance of our life together.
still . . .
—Yours Always ~K