Out of Reach
“It had been a whole week since he’d left me. I never thought time could pass so slowly and so fast at the same time. I was a mess. I felt like I was moving in slow motion. Nothing made sense to me anymore.
It was the day of his funeral. I hadn’t slept. I’d barely slept at all since he’d gone. Sleeping meant remembering and I wasn’t ready to do that yet. We had left the beach house and come home the day after he passed. Deb had insisted I stay with them, and I was thankful that I didn’t have to be alone.
I sat at my dressing table, waiting. It was barely nine in the morning, yet I sat there in my black dress, ready. Waiting to say my final goodbye to the man that had been my family for the last fourteen years.
I’d dressed for him today—in his favorite dress, wearing his favorite perfume with my hair pinned to the side, just how he loved it. I didn’t bother with makeup. For one, I hadn’t stopped crying for long enough to be able to apply it, and second, Andy had always told ...me how beautiful I was without it.MoreLess
It was the day of his funeral. I hadn’t slept. I’d barely slept at all since he’d gone. Sleeping meant remembering and I wasn’t ready to do that yet. We had left the beach house and come home the day after he passed. Deb had insisted I stay with them, and I was thankful that I didn’t have to be alone.
I sat at my dressing table, waiting. It was barely nine in the morning, yet I sat there in my black dress, ready. Waiting to say my final goodbye to the man that had been my family for the last fourteen years.
I’d dressed for him today—in his favorite dress, wearing his favorite perfume with my hair pinned to the side, just how he loved it. I didn’t bother with makeup. For one, I hadn’t stopped crying for long enough to be able to apply it, and second, Andy had always told ...me how beautiful I was without it.MoreLess
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