This is my story. My truth. I miss him.
It’s said you can’t go home again
How true that is for me
Cause home wasn’t a place
Home wasn’t a building
Home was You.
I resided in your heart
Your soul my blanket
When I close my eyes
I imagine my head
Still pillowed on your chest
I can still feel you……
In my dreams I can always go home…..
©️lindamarie

I am so very, very sorry for your loss. I hope you have a chance to go “home” on a regular basis, although I have found that it makes the loss fresh again (gentle hugs)
Oh thank you…enough time has gone by now that when I do think or dream of ‘home’ it is always with a grateful heart. He lives in my heart ❤️
I love this post, Linda. I so know what you mean. I often tell my husband (who I am blessed to still have around) that he is my home. I send you a virtual hug.
Thank you so much LuAnne. I was so incredibly blessed with the time we had, and grateful now for our memories…and I appreciate the hug 😊