You Get To Go Home

I met you on day 2 of my new job.

You’re excited because you got your catheter out and are peeing on your own.

You were talking about the modifications you’re making to your home because you don’t want to go into any sort of home.

You don’t know how hard it was to smile at you and be excited for you.

You get to go home.

Your wife gets to bring you back home.

You get to hang out with your children and grandchildren.

You get to go home.

I want to know though… at what point will it stop breaking my heart because I get to watch you (and others after you) go home, but I never got to bring Mark home?

3 thoughts on “You Get To Go Home

  1. jane says:

    i am crying reading this as it brings back that heartbreaking memory of being in hospital with my darling husband seeing other patients leaving for home with there families in time for christmas, knowing that mine could never come home ever again. i think that is one of the hardest parts to cope with knowing they will never leave the hospital. it helps me to read your blog even through i cry because it helps to know other women are in the same pain as me.thank you

  2. I am so sorry for your loss. After 53 years of marriage i lost my guy, Mr.Bill. I was in denial until they actually “pulled the plug” and after 2-1/2 years i know i’ll never stop grieving for him. I try to console myself by remembering all the good times we had and the great family we raised together. Please hang in there. There is still a reason that we are here, and people that we can help out, even if just by sharing in our sadness.

  3. Edna says:

    I just came across your blog and haven’t had a chance to read all of it, but I wanted to tell you that you are not alone. My husband Brian was killed in a work related accident on September 2017. He left for work that night and never returned. My only consolation is that we kissed goodnight and told one another how much we loved each other just like we had done everyday for 27 years.. He knew I loved him just as much as he loved me. Our world is shattered and will never be the same. I feel like a piece of me is missing, empty and that feeling will never change. He was my life, My love. I miss his voice, his smile and laughter. His warm hands holding mine.His strong arms embracing me. I miss him more and more everyday that passes. I’m not looking forward to Christmas but will do my best for my grandkids sake. Take care of yourself and son and hopefully it will get better. At least that’s what everyone keeps telling me. Sincerely

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