​I sit in our living room and look at the space where your bed once stood. The room feels empty without your things, without your presence and your breath. My brother placed a large object on the recliner you once inhabited. Each time I glanced in that direction, I thought it was you, that you were back with me, that none of this ever happened. I had to move the object to keep myself from going crazy. Your final months were so difficult. Every morning when Moses or Caesar lifted you out of bed and placed you in your chair, the look of anguish on your face worried me so. I tried to ease the suffering but so often fell short. I ached for you then and I ache for you now. You have been released to the Universe my love. Rest in peace and grace. You join the many loved ones that now have become a memory, another love I carry in my heart forever. No wonder my heart feels so heavy. Yours always, Angie

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