Pain can drip down my cheeks - or flow - at the simplest of things, such as shaking a bottle of eye drops and administering them to my eyes. Every set of eye drops I put in for Phil brought a thank you from his lips. He had the most grateful heart.
I am reminded too, of his gentleness, especially when we were having a disagreement. He would remain gentle in his tone of voice.
The memory comes of standing underneath the hallway light so he could see me. His hand goes to my face... "You're so beautiful." 😢
He loved me so completely, so well. Through all my quirks and obstinate ways he loved me. I miss him so much. He kept his vow so well and so faithfully... My dear, sweet husband...
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