Overturned

To my love / Acceptance (Ectopic 5)

"To my love... 

Your mother flew down here for your funeral she was devastated when she found out. I've been missing you terribly for a week and four days now since your passing. A part of me died when you passed away. This ceremony was lovely; it had many of your favorite things and was beautifully designed. I still can't believe you're gone.

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. The 5 stages of grief. I have been through all of these stages without a particular order. I've been such a mess that I alternate between accepting this loss one second and the next feeling helpless while sitting on a bridge and considering attempting to join you; the only thing that pushed me to leave the bridge is how furious you'd be with me if I ever made the attempt. Knowing you, I'm sure you're upset with me right now for even considering doing the unthinkable. I completely destroyed our apartment that day you left. The only things left undamaged were your belongings and the garden you worked so hard to maintain. Everything else was smashed to pieces, including the dishes in our sink, the trash that had been scattered throughout the house, the clothes that had been thrown about, and the paint on the walls that had been damaged by furniture and appliances. I still take care of that special garden though. I wanted to give you the world, it's what you deserved. Our kids and their children were supposed to carry on the traditions that we start and grow old together in the future. Together, we were supposed to face life's ups and downs and overcome its obstacles. It's just you and I against the whole world, with our kids of course. I love you and always will. I haven't been able to sleep in our room and even just in general for the past few days. I've cried more tears than I've ever cried in my life. I've lashed out at people for the smallest of things. I truly can't function without you. 

You were stolen from me because the government took away your rights to bodily autonomy, you have more rights now that you are dead then you did alive. This is so unfair. Without any remorse on their part, they made you carry a ticking time bomb. I'm experiencing a variety of emotions, with rage being one of the strongest. I wish I could have done more for you because I am outraged that you had to go through this, and I know how alone and unloved you probably felt. I need to take action and fight for women's rights so that no one else has to experience what you experienced. I should have done more for you, I'm so sorry. To my love.

Rest easy my love,"

While tears streamed down my cheeks and gathered at the bottom of my chin, I folded the piece of paper and put it in my pocket. Reading this to you as you lie in the ground with flower bouquets surrounding your grave was sort of my way of finding closure not entirely, of course, but it was a start. I sat there with you for long, updating you on everything and telling you that I still love you with all of my heart and that I will do all in my power to fight for you.

I wish I had the kind of talent that you have with crafts I'm not that type of guy. I glued white cardstock onto wooden sticks and wrote many things to fight for the rights of women, got into my car, and noticed the glove compartment, I completely forgot. The day you passed I tried encouraging you to get creative and gave you papers and fancy pencils, but you refused to draw.  Not long after though you had a sudden change of heart and began to draw, I must see what it is that you drew...

A/N: Thanks for reading!! What do you think she drew?