Well today I went back to work after a week of being off. I must admit, it took a lot to concentrate on my work and by the end of the day when my staff came to me with questions I basically just told them to do whatever they wanted. A little empowerment can't hurt :)
I'm coming to accept that a good day doesn't mean I don't cry. Basically I've cried every day for the past several days. It's hard not to when little things just remind me of my hubby. I also keep playing back in my mind our last minutes together and wishing that I had kissed him one last time when he took that last breath. However, I know that there is nothing else I could have done that would have made any of this ok, no matter what, it hurts.
The one thing that hurts me the most is when I think of my daughter not having her daddy around. She's tough but it just doesn't seem fair to me at all.
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AuthorI'm Dee, wife of the late Frank Nunez. I'm a woman of God who's depending on God to pull us through this loss. Archives
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