I was doing pretty good today. I was up, moving, and heading in to work. I stopped for the mail on the way. …the final report from the coroner was waiting for me. I sat at the mailboxes in our vehicle bawling my eyes out.
It describes our final moments together, my finding him on the floor, the attempts to resuscitate, ….and then a continued report of examination of each body part in determining cause of death.
This is it. He’s gone. The love of my life is gone. I hate the finality. I hate what has happened. I love Mark with all my heart and soul. His absence continues to tear me apart every single day.