Friday, August 18, 2017

An Empty Chair

My Dearest Tim,
Today you have been gone 10 days, 1 hour, 12 minutes and 45 seconds.  It still seems so unreal.  I keep expecting to hear your voice, to see your smile.  Today I got your death certificate and the copies of your obituary, but it still doesn't seem real.

I filled the bird feeders and sat down to enjoy them.  No birds came.  It's just as well because your seat was empty.  I cried.  I needed to talk to someone, so I called Lori.  She diverted my thoughts.  It was a temporary fix.

Now it is time for bed, but you are not here.  The bed we shared for 41+ years is missing someone...you.  So, I will take two tylenol pm's and an anxiety pill and I will hopefully sleep through the night and through the sorrow of missing you.

I love and miss you, Babe!
The gray clouds are a reflection of the gray I felt in my heart this evening.

An empty chair.

No birds came.

Even though I was extremely sad tonight, there is hope in the Lord!  "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."  Jeremiah 29:11

2 comments:

  1. Vicky... I can not imagine your pain or your loneliness. I truly have nothing to offer except my prayers and a shoulder ... for you to cry on, lean on, or to enclose you in a hug (even if it may be a virtual one!). Thank you for sharing your journey, for your openness and transparency!

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  2. Dear Vicky, I can't imagine what you are going through. I pray for you and that God to help fill the emptiness as only He can. I am a few hundred miles away, but I am here for you. God bless you and to give you the strength to go on.
    Love ya, Cheryl

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