was sick this weekend. On Sunday, I was starting to doze on the love seat and
for a brief second I actually thought John was home to take care of me. My
heart felt so happy and peaceful. I knew I would be OK. And it just felt so
right to have him here. The world just felt good again. It hasn’t felt that way
in so long. I can't describe the peace I felt in that small fraction of time.
then a second later I remembered that he wasn't here, that I was alone after
I felt so bad and so sad. My heart really believed John was here. And then to
realize that it wasn’t true after all was the worst. It hurt all over again.