Reality is frequently unfortunate, and rarely kind to the heart. The atmosphere today was set at the point of waking up, something was off with the world I live in.
10 mile run in the woods was difficult, painful, and cold. Yet another forewarn of impending devastation.
While enjoying a cup of coffee my wife called me. We both know that if we’re calling each other instead of sending a text, something is usually off…
Hey, what’s up?
We knew it would happen someday, and it finally did.
Oh my gosh. Where are you? I’m on my way to pick you up now.
I hung up the phone and stepped back into the shop.
I’m sorry. That was Darco, I need to go.
Is everything alright?
Her mother just died.
I never knew that you could love someone so much that their own heartbreak you could feel yourself. I feel so overprotective at the moment. She’s sleeping in our bedroom, and I won’t even leave the room.
I’m blessed to have this marriage. I’m blessed to be able to hurt with my wife in this saddening time.