It Bothers Me When . . .

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It bothers me when.

It bothers me when: I get introduced to someone as John. And there is no Michelle. That, in itself, is a moment of Hell.

It bothers me when: They think that I am a single man. Because I am not. I was wed. And she is dead.

It bothers me when: Monday. And Tuesday. And the rest of the week too. Her absence is felt. In everything that I do.

It bothers me when: Happy couples. And their normal life. I can’t describe. Just how much I miss my wife.

It bothers me when: Holidays. When she is not there. Such a harsh reality. It doesn’t seem fair.

It bothers me when: The sun is out. Or rain is there. When snow fills the ground. No matter what the weather. The world feels bare.

It bothers me when: I think of the past. The love that we shared. I pleaded with God. To let her be spared.

It bothers me when: People judge our pain. They think we are weak. Their ignorance. A disgraceful shame.

It bothers me when: Fifty years. That is what is was supposed to be. I loved her so much. And she so loved me.

It bothers me when: EVERY DAY. Yes. The good ones too. I only wish good for people. But you’ll never understand. Unless it happens to you.

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