4 weeks. 4 weeks and 1 day since I last lay my head on your chest. 4 weeks and 1 day since I heard your heart beating strong in your chest. 4 weeks and 1 day since I soaked your chest in tears as I said I love you. 4 weeks and 1 day since I held your hand tight, comforted when you squeezed it back. 4 weeks and 1 day since I felt your hot breath across my hair as I sat by you, my head on your chest. 4 weeks and 1 day since I last massaged your hands with lavender lotion. 4 weeks and 1 day since I caressed your hot face with a cool wet cloth trying to bring your temp down a little and make you more comfortable. 4 weeks and 1 day since I sat there counting each breath, timing the long pauses between, wondering if it was your last.
4 weeks since I said good bye. Hoping, praying that you really weren't gone.
4 weeks of nights I lay in bed crying, hugging your blanket wishing it was you.
2 weeks of nights since I could bear to turn off the light, most nights at least, and see our stars on the ceiling and walls. The stars we slept under every night. The stars we talked under every night. The stars we shared our hopes, dreams, frustrations, fears, and love.
10 years my heart was yours.
10 years I held your heart close to mine.
5 years your wife.
5 years your caregiver.
10 years of happiness and love.
4 weeks of heart break.
4 weeks of heart ache.
4 weeks of missing you and wishing you were back at my side.
4 weeks wishing I could hear you call me Jenny one more time.
