Sunday, May 1, 2011

Sunday was never my favorite day of the week

And for sure it never will be again.
Sunday is the last day of the week my Love and I were together and it was Sunday night going into Monday morning that he left.
This past year every Sunday has marked one more week since the last time I held him and hugged him. The last time we were able to speak to each other, the last time I saw him smile, heard him laugh. Took it for granted we would have more time.
Now Sundays are so empty. I go to Church and I miss having him there next to me. I rattle around the house, wishing I could hear his voice.
Tonight marks 49 weeks. It still doesn't seem real.

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