We missed you today. Chloe and I stayed home all day and didn't even change out of our pajamas. We had to throw some of the flowers from your funeral away today. I just couldn't stand smelling them anymore. It started to smell like a funeral home in the house. I went through and watched some of the videos that we made right before you left. I remember the one where you gave Chlo her first bath. Boy did she get mad at you. You were so cute. You were trying so hard. You always tried so hard to be the best Dad and husband. You were so amazing... I just think back to the time when I was in the hospital and you never left my side. I wish you were by my side tonight. I hate being in this room because it reminds me of you so much. I miss you brat face. I wish you were giving me those sweet kisses on my forehead. I love you Brad. I miss you. Don't forget about our date in my dreams tonight. Don't be late. Love you sweet boy.
Love,
Your lonely wife
About Me
- Mrs. Bradley Smith
- 01.03.2010 was the day that I became a widow. That unforgettable Sunday morning was the morning that my daughter lost her father. January 3, 2010 will be a day that I remember forever. It was the last day that I could ever talk to my husband. It was the last day that I waited for his return. It was the last day that I was happy. My hope in writing these letters to my husband is to help me sort out what I am feeling and in a way still talk to the love of my life. I'm not writing for sympathy or attention. I am writing for myself and for those who want to try to understand what it feels like to lose the one person you can live without.
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