I did the laundry today.
I had not done any laundry since we rushed home from the beach on that horrible day.
I folded all of TBHITW's clothes. I held each piece to my chest and cried.
TBHITW was a simple man. He liked his running T-Shirts. The ones you get free when you run a race. He has hundreds of them. I always kidded him that the only reason he ran was for free clothes.
I put all of his clothes in his dresser and our closet. Just like I always did. What else is there to do?
I was looking at some of the pictures I took while we were at the beach. These were taken on Sunday morning, just a few days before he died. We were the only two people on the beach.
It was a good morning. Just the two of us. Up early. We shared coffee and this walk.
Now when I look at these pictures I think they are prophetic. Why is only Holly leaving footprints in the sand? Was he already being carried away from me?
I want answers and there is no one here who can give them to me.