Just had a bad spell of the weepies. Just got back from shopping. Coming home to an empty apartment made me feel very alone. From 2014 until this May, I was almost never alone. He was always there. Going shopping was recreational for me. He'ld tell me to hurry back. Sometimes I lingered, just looking at stuff. He'ld be waiting . . . missing me. I loved coming home to him. I'ld always bring home some special treat he liked.

He stayed in this world as long as he could. Then it was time for his struggle to end. He warmed me with his love. He deserves to be mourned. I'm glad I had someone worth grieving over. But it hurts so much tonight.