I am having a bad day. Even before Mike starting discussing his funeral plans I was emotional and tearful. I have been spending too much time looking at old photographs of Mike, photos taken just after we met, photos of holidays together, photos of our wedding. Time takes its toll on us all, but the it isn't just time that has stolen away his youthful appearance. Mike is a shadow of himself both physically and mentally. He no longer laughs the way he once did, he doesn't laugh at all. He no longer says he loves me, he can barely look at me these days. I can read the anger and frustration in his face, he has every right to be cross with life, I just wish that anger didn't spill over onto me.
A question to you all. Should I continue to write this blog detailing the last few months or should I leave it unfinished?
Wednesday 23 January 2019
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