Thursday, November 12, 2026

Missing You

 12th Nov 2026

Hello everyone,

It’s been a while, and I’ve missed you.

Today, I was prompted to write to my husband who, as you know, died a couple of years ago.

I thought maybe I’d share it with you.

Let me know how you are and what is going on for you.

———-.

The warmth of the morning sun comes through the window as I sit here in bed and think of you. Why does today seem significant ?

It’s two years and two months , or 791 days since you died and somehow it’s a bit meaningful for me. I can’t explain why.

I expected to be doing better by now, to be managing life on my own, yet I find that everything is still the same. I go from one day to the next, one after another, getting by one hour at a time.

I can often hear you encouraging me to live. Well, that’s the bit I find difficult .

How long will I go on counting the days?

I know you’d want me to keep going, working, using the time God has blessed me with. And I want to. I truly do.

But, I find myself bumbling along , from one thing to the next , doing what is necessary.

So, today, my love, I just want to tell you that I miss you.

I miss you every morning when I wake from sleep and discover again I’m alone in the bed and you’re not there beside me.

I miss you when I make my morning tea and drink it without you , remembering that it was also the time we used to pray together.

I especially miss the shared discussions we used to have after the prayer, which I found more helpful than I ever realised at the time.

I miss walking down to Mass with you every morning , holding hands and planning who we might help or what we might do with the children or grandchildren.

There is so much I miss.

I miss you following me around the house to show me a piece of art your working on, or some new music you’d found , or a draft of a talk you were going to give ( you would always have me check it for you)

I miss having you here, about the house, to help me , especially with household maintenance or, what I really loved, you cooking a meal instead of me.

I miss hearing your perpspective on everything. I miss that a lot. You were wise and you always wanted the very best for me.

There is so much more that I miss with you not by my side any more.

I realise more and more every day what a very special human being you were.

My hope is that I get to see you again when this life is over and that we can hug and chat and catch up.

If you can help me at all to fulfill my purpose here before I finish I’d appreciate it. 

I love you

M

❤️


2 comments :

  1. What a beautiful post. Hubby is 79 and I'm 75. I know this time will come for one or the other of us and we'll feel the very same way.

    Big healing hugs. ♥

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  2. Beautiful, heartfelt words.
    After Rog passed away, I was told many times that time heals etc. Time helps us to cope, not to heal. Rog knew how to make me laugh, and to see the absurdity of life. The yin to my yang.
    Only he could complete the puzzle that is me. Without him I'm simply not complete any more. But, life goes on ❤️

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