But every morning, I wake up and the pain is fresh again. Its like somehow my mind has been wiped clean during the night, and then is re-set as soon as I wake up. Fresh pain all over again, with new realization that he died and is never coming back. I feel like I am being slapped in the face. Have you seen the movie 50 First Dates with Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler? where every morning he has her watch a video of her accident and life and what caused her amnesia? I feel like she does every morning. Having to realize again, every single day, that he is dead and nothing can bring him back.
I noticed this morning though, that I didnt jump too quickly when the alarm went off, and look for a text message. I think that subconsciously I knew that it wouldnt be there. But again, not seeing it was like a slap in the face.
Seeing as yesterday was such an emotional day, having to relive the whole story to the reporters, I kind of figured that today would be hard. I certainly did not expect what happened yesterday, to happen. And today I get to read the article in the news paper too. Ive only seen the online version of the article, I dont know if our picture was included in print, or even if the reporter used the donation information she asked for (crossing my fingers). I am going to pick up some copies today and get them laminated them as well.
I guess I still dont get it. Why has this happened to us? What did we do to deserve this? Why, when there are so many other evilpeople who deserve to have their lives snuffed out, did my husband die? A good, kind, loving man who did EVERYTHING for his family was torn away from us for no reason.
Why do my kids have to grow up without their daddy when there are so many dead beat fathers in prison? And why do I have to live without the love of my life when so many women out there hate their husbands and wish them dead? Take them please, and give us back our daddy and husband.
Please.
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