Sunday night again. The weekly reminder of the last hug, the last kiss, the last snuggle, the last smile, the last words - the last time I looked forward to the next day.
Sunday night is bleak and cold no matter what time of year. It is a reminder that John is no longer here, what we will never have again, what we have lost. I try to remember the good times that we had and I do. But Sunday night is a reminder of our loss and what will never be. It will always be a reminder of all that to me.