Tonight is Sunday night, the worst night of the week. 81 weeks ago tonight my Love left this world. John always said things were happening the way they were supposed to and I try to believe that but Sunday nights are hard. Sunday nights make me think that this is all so unfair. And I yearn for things to be different, to have John back again, for the world to be right again.
But I will never be sorry for what we had, for what we still have. John's love will always be with me.
And I am so grateful for that love.