18 Days Later

It has been 18 days now and I still miss my sweetheart

so much. The only way I can keep from falling apart is to

be working or by staying real busy. Let me stop and think

about her and the tears begin to fall. Oh, how I miss her.

I think about her last month or two how she was so brave.

She would be hurting and still she would not complain. I was

so close to her that I knew when she needed to be in the 

bed resting but she wanted to be up with me just to spend

time with me. She would go out to Lake Davis and I knew 

she didn't feel like it. Oh, I wish that I could sit on the pier

again with her.I wish that I could just hold her again.

Everywhere I look in my home I can see Dale. From the 

paintings to the plants to all the little things that Dale liked

to decorate with I can see her. She did such a good job

of keeping our home a wonderful place to live. Now it is

a place of sadness, a place where the quietness is so 

deafening. And then Birdie calls out my name and it is 

Dale's voice. Oh, how I miss that girl.

I know that it has only been 18 days but tell me, when

will my heart stop breaking? When will the tears dry up? Will

I ever stop looking over at her stop on the coach and 

the knot in my throat not come up? I dread going to bed

tonight. It is so big and so cold and empty. 

"Dear Lord Jesus, have mercy on me. Touch my eyes

and dry up these tears. Reach down and touch my

broken heart and make it stop hurting. Please wrap

Your arms around me and give me comfort. Bless me,

I pray with Your presence so I will not feel so lonely."

alight