Its gonna hit me like a tonne of bricks when I step off that plane.Its never good going home, when your purpose is to say goodbye and even more so when the death was avoidable.
Precious are the breaths we draw and the moments we spend with loved ones. When they go so suddenly-damn its unbearable. In rush in the whys, hows and blame game but pouring over the sequence of moments leading up to that time-cannot alter that state of the present.
This is sending my world reeling. Its doesn't feel like you're gone Pat and I don't want to come back knowing you won't be there.
I'm taking a deep breath and biding my time till I land in Pom and reality sets in...
"She who has gone, so we but cherish her memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man"~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery