I miss you everyday.
Since you went away.
I wrestle with the thought that I should have done more.
That I should have stayed with you, but I ran and hid in my room.
I wish I had more time to say what I never got to say.
I've gone through every stage.
Denial that you were really sick- remember when we went to the movies?
Anger that you were dying- Sitting in the hospice room where you passed.
Bargaining- begging God to let you walk me down the aisle.
Depression- that one lasted the longest. I was under the dark cloud for a whole year.
Acceptance- I'm finally here.
I'm finally OK,