Struggling. →[More:]Today has been hard. I keep thinking back to 13 November last year, a Sunday. George wasn't feeling well, he had a bad chest cold. We talked on the phone on Sunday, early evening his time, 11-ish in England. I was excited about my trip to Ohio later that week. We were going to announce our engagement at Thanksgiving.
I went to bed, got up for work next day, there was an email from him that he'd sent after I'd gone to bed. The last contact we ever had.
Here's part of it.
I really am glad you aren't here now,
I would feel so bad if I gave this "bug" to you.
I take the antibiotics till the 17th, the day before you get here.
Hopefully by then, they will have done their job and knocked this cold out.
If I don't perk up by the time you get here, I will just have to go out and find you a nurse's uniform and let you give me some tender care.
Seems like there was something I was going to tell you or ask you, and I be darned if I can remember what it was. Oh well, if it was important, I am sure it will come to me again later.
well, I am heading back into the bed.
Hopefully this time I will sleep all night
and wake up in the morning full of piss and vinegar
G.
In fact he never woke up. What nobody realised was that the infection had spread to the myocardium (the membrane around the heart) and had weakened it. During the night, his heart just stopped beating.
I wonder every day what it was he wanted to say to me but couldn't remember.
I am still heartbroken, still angry that I've been cheated out of a life with the only man I've ever truly loved.
Life is so fucking unfair sometimes. I am raging against God tonight.