May 22, 2013

...this is still real, I was so wishing it wasn't.  Day 17

Each night that you don't come home from work is killing me a little more inside.  The pain is becoming too much for me to handle.  I miss your face, I miss your voice, I miss your hands and I miss your smell.  I need to put my cheek on your cheek like we always did.  I am so heartbroken.  Please be near me my David.