I’m crying. I feel like dying. I want my Patrick. I want him there for my four beautiful children as they grow and mature into 3 young men and a young woman. I miss his voice. I miss his smell. The grief just drives me wild. I want to feel his strong, warm hands in mine.
Just as I was feeling so low, I went outside to get the mail. My neighbor Judy happened to be riding her bike by me at that very moment. I burst into tears, and she was there to comfort me at the perfect moment. She suggested looking into grief support groups for me and my children. I will do so. Thank you, Judy!