A year ago today, I had just finished walking Bodie and as I stepped out of the apartment complex I saw George walking back in. I was befuddled on why he wasn’t at work considering he left an hour or so ago.
When I asked him why he wasn’t at work he looked confused and said he wasn’t feeling well. I told him he should think about calling his doctors and see what they have to say.
He went into the hospital a year ago today.
I’m reliving these memories, with the curtain of shock lifted, and it’s more painful now then it was when it was happening. It’s like watching a movie when you already know what’s going to happen.
I can’t believe its almost been a year. I never spent more then 2 weeks away from him.