Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Morning

Well I finally found something worse than tossing and turning all night alone in a too-big bed.

It's waking up, rolling over, reaching out, and realizing the person you thought was there, is not.

Just empty air.


  1. This right here is how I felt for 3 months right after Matt died. The pain is unimaginable unless you've been there.

    Thank you Emily for writing this blog.

  2. 5 weeks, 1 day. Don't know how I'll make it. Don't want to.