I just keep thinking about one thing today and it is this:
IF it had been me who had the cancer, who was so very, very brave and fought to the end…if it had been me who died and left behind a spouse and two very small, very dependent children…if HE had to do this alone…
I think, without a shred of doubt, that he would not be doing this (mostly) alone. He would have been rescued. Everybody rushes in when kids are left without a mom.
It’s not that I can’t. I’m just tired of trying.