Gone. Just like that, you left us. No goodbye or even a hug. We saw you the night before. Video games were played, and steak was served. I couldn’t eat steak because the pregnancy turned me against it. We talked about ways of getting a house. I learned how you negotiated the price of your house you used to own. Your laugh still playing in my ears and your smile is seen in my thoughts. I didn’t think that was the last hug or the last laugh I would hear. I loved having you over for dinner. It was always nice to see you.
The day you passed, I day-dreamed about our trip to Terceira. It was going to be the most amazing trip. Your son Chris, received a call about you, not too worried because he was talking to you all day. When we arrived at the hospital, you still were not there. Something was clearly wrong. I prayed for you, I prayed you were going to be fine. My prayers were not enough and it was heartbroken. I was about four months pregnant. Your mother was worried about the baby, she didn’t want me in the room. I needed to comfort my husband, your son, who longed for you to wake up. The day you passed, was the day we lost a little part of happiness. Our weekends would never be the same. Our daughter would never know her grandfather. The man who was an amazing man, that enjoyed life and loved so strongly.
Days and months have passed, still it is not the same without you. There is a collage of pictures of you on our wall. Chris looks at it often, tears strolling down his face. I cannot fix that sadness that lives in him. I try to comfort him, but no one can fix the voiding feeling, that is left in the air. Chris has lost a huge piece of himself. He questions if he will be a great father. Knowing he will never learn anything else from you. Only memories will guide him now.
