Beginning of the end

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.

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About J.

Fitness professional, fitness & nutrition writer, widowed at 28. Writing about getting through grief through self-care, physical activity, and the ​constant feeling of being uncomfortable.
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3 Responses to Beginning of the end

  1. notabowlofcherries says:

    Take care of yourself today:)

  2. beenough says:

    Hmmm… Thank you for sharing. I resonate with you. I was reading this morning about brokenness and how it should be shared, like breaking of bread to share. As well when we break bread, share it, beauty comes… Amongst our brokenness. I hope this encourages you as it does me.

  3. Anne Marie says:

    I’m right there with you, even though our stories are so very different. A year ago tomorrow for me, can’t stop thinking about it no matter what I do or say.

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