another weekend ahead
another weekend here, Friday night and I should be looking forward to the weekend after a hard weeks work, instead I dread it. the weekends were always OURS. i think about him all the time. still can't get past the last day and the last month. it was so hard on him. i never thought it was close to the end. i always thought there was more. till we were old and gray. still crying every day but smaller bouts. alot at night when i go to bed.