My world has taken on a sedate and forlorn look since you passed into the spirit world my beloved Bette.

It is hard to see the beauty in the morning dew. The clouds no longer capture images; they just bear contrast to the lonely blue sky. The valleys and mountains are just territory needing to be traversed. The trees, plants and flowers seeking to adorn the earth find no appreciation in me. The sun, moon, stars and planets are void of the wonder they once held.

Grieving eyes have blinded me to all we once cherished, all we looked upon with childlike anticipation and all we once thought made sense.

I have never cried so much in my 64 years; I think I have infancy beat. I know, of course, it’s normal and fellow grievers in the support groups have admitted to crying several times a day if not more. I believe in the truth of this but I’d like to add another element; we are shedding the tears of our departed.

And the more I think about it; the more I buy into it.

Bette’s consciousness was compromised the last couple days before she passed into the spirit world and I’m not sure if she thought about her dying; she did not bring it up and neither did I. I know in the depth of her being she thought there was a chance she’d pull through and I did also. My bringing up dying in her compromised state would have been so unfair to her so the conversation of her leaving the corporeal self never happened and now I am weeping her tears over the sadness of our last days and nights together. Days and nights where silence prevailed and the time to say goodbye, even for a brief moment, never came.

Love to you all