Matthew ~
It's been 3 months since my wife died from cancer. Everyone says that "everyday heals", "everyday gets better", or "one day at a time", but everyday just seems to get worse for me.
As I drink the days away, I miss her more and more. If only I can just hear her laugh one more time, or see her smile once more.
Heaven was exactly the description of Heaven. She was beautiful, happy; always happy. She was hopeful, faithful, & loving. Heaven was magical, everything she was, was enchanting.
The first time I've ever saw her, I knew she was the one. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. She reminded me of the perfect weather, every time she'd smile, the sky lit brighter. When she was happy, so was Mother Nature.
Waking up next to her was a blessing. The mornings were outstanding, hearing her laughter and her voice was what got me through the day.
Waking up now, I seem to see only grey. It's never rained this hard since before I met Heaven. My routines are different. I wake up to no Heaven laying next to me, I get ready for work, work, and then I go out drinking away my pain.
My family seems to be worried about my health, all I do is drink. They ask me, "what would Heaven think?" I'd just shrugged it off, but it always got me thinking, what would she think of me now?
YOU ARE READING
The Origin of Heaven
Conto"Without you, life seems so empty. My joy, my pride, my love. Where did you go? I need you." Heaven notices a bit of a change in her & her husband's routine. She also notices his melancholy and his distance. Is he happy anymore?
