made a valid point. She said, “He tried to make
you hate him; he tried to push you away so you
would no longer care about him.” Well, it didn’t
work. When love is that powerful, it takes on it’s
own life, it seems to have it’s own power; it’s own
destination. That type of love knows when to let go
for the better good of the other half. My husband
loved me enough to let me go…to run, as fast as he
could, to save me from his demise.
I loved him enough to let him go, to do what he
had to do. Little did he know, my heart would
have been so grateful just to hold him; to have
been able to say good-bye. I have accepted the painful fact that I will have no closure. Reggie is gone…
and that absolutely terrifies me. I feel like I’ve
been kicked in the stomach. My aching tears come
from a place so deep inside of me, I fear, if they do
not cease, I might drown in sorrow.
What I am about to tell you will sound like fiction, but I assure you, it is the truth. For two days
before I heard the news he had died, I smelled a
man’s cologne all around me. Wherever I went,
whether I was in the market, the laundry mat, the
drugstore, my house: it was everywhere. No, it
was not his scent, it was just a man’s cologne. I
kept smelling my clothes, the car, and my jacket.
I never could identify where it was coming from