Hello Michael,
It was 4 years ago that you left me. Many words were left unsaid. I had asked if you could hear me, and if so, please squeeze my hand. There was no response, only silence, except for the machine that was keeping you breathing.
The hospital put you on a ventilator which I had instructed them not too the day before since there was nothing they could do to save you. That was the most difficult decision of my life to take you off of it. Once they removed the equipment, within a short time, you were gone. No goodbyes. You always said that the antibiotics that they were pumping into you would eventually kill you and that is exactly what happened.
This has been the worst 4 years of my life. The emptiness and silence is a struggle every day. At dinner time it hurts to look at your empty chair. Too many challenges emotionally which makes it difficult to get up every morning. It’s like having my own version of Ground Hog Day that will never go away.
Your beagle girls miss you, especially Roxxy. Ralph bought your dump trailer. Roxxy wants to go over next door and sit by it. I guess she is hoping you will come. I think sometimes she mistakes Ralph for you when she sees him.
Our son abandoned me. It will be coming up on 2 years in May that I saw him last. He changed his phone number and email address so I cannot get a hold of him. He even sent me a letter telling me to stay away from his home. I feel this was all Harley’s doing because we did not raise our son to be this kind of person. But I cannot lose sleep over their silliness so I don’t even think about it anymore. I just wanted to let you know.
You have visited me a couple of times in my dreams. There is even a presence sometimes in the house which makes me wonder if it is you letting me know that you are here. Like the bathroom scale coming on or the flash light in the outlet behind the bedroom door that flashes sometimes when I have trouble getting up in the morning. If it is you, please come back more often.
Miss you every day.
Cheryl