Day 153: Returning Home

I hate standing at my desk at the end of the work day and knowing I’m returning home, where I won’t see my husband’s huge smile and hear him rushing to the door to kiss me and help hang my jacket.

8 weeks back to work and I’m still breaking down upon entering the house while realizing I’ll never get to hold Mark again. He was truly everything I could ever dream of, and more. I’m missing him so SO much.

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