It hurts.
It hurts that it's become a normal.
A normal to wake up alone.
To wake Cameel up alone.
To make her breakfast alone.
To tell her to get ready for school alone.
To get Issac changed and fed alone.
To make Cameel's lunch alone.
To drive Issac and Cameel to Cameel's school alone.
And then I go home.
I go home and hug Issac while sitting on the rocking chair in his nursery, the one we got for Cameel's baby shower.
Sometimes I'll cry while hugging him.
Sometimes I'll whisper to him how much I love him.
I don't regret having Issac.
I just wish you wouldn't have died while having him.
Did you know?
Issac is six months today.
I've lived without you for six months.
Our kids have lived without a mother for six months.
But then again, did Issac really have a mother?
The one hour he had you, you only held him once. You only spoke to him once.
The last few moments you were alive, the last few words we said to each other.
I wish I didn't have to say those words or any words for that matter.
I wish I could never have to say my last words to you.
-Thomas
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