Widow’s Grief
Moving to the Center of the Bed
It’s been hard, realizing that now I sleep alone. I hate it. In reality, I’ve been sleeping alone for nearly five years. When Tony got too sick to get himself out of our bed, he had to sleep in a hospital bed. I always had hope that he would fully recover and be back in our bed.
Our bed wasn’t just for sleeping. We made our babies there. We ate breakfast there. We discussed our day there. He did his homework there, while I read. We fought over the remote there. We made important decisions while sitting in bed. Before we had the boys, we’d spend Sundays sleeping, eating and watching tv there. It was our place to hide from the world.
Before we met, my side of the bed was always the closest one to the bathroom. I have never been able…
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