I’m in the home stretch.
2 years ago we were in the midst of a miraculous recovery from lactaid levels that were “not compatible with life” that came down to a healthy level again overnight.
I wish I’d known it was the beginning of the end.
I wish I’d known I would have just over 3 weeks left with him.
I wish I’d known.
I wouldn’t have done anything differently… maybe that last weekend I’d have visited instead of assuming that everything was going to be exactly as it had been for the past 5 months.
But I didn’t have the gift of foresight. I did have the gift of 3 more weeks… but I didn’t know they would be the last 3 weeks.
It’s been almost 2 years.
I miss him as much now as I did the day he died.