There are moments in my grief that I just want Burt back. I wish he were here. It’s an ache in my bones, my heart, behind my eyes.
I know it is just grief and missing him, that hurt I am feeling. He’s better off, given the progression of his illness.
It was time. But, I am wishing we could go out somewhere together, maybe for dinner or to a concert. Wishing, although he really could not go out even for the ice cream he wanted that Saturday back in December.
I wish. I want. I miss Burt.
this is our life 