its been a year since my wife died from cancer and things haven’t been getting any better. I wake up every morning to that empty space on the other side of the bed where she should be and my heart sinks for another time just as it’s done every morning since that night then i turn and drag myself out of bed put on my fake smile and greet the world like i do every morning by digging down deep to find the strength to make it through another day for my children.
And every morning it gets harder and harder to find, knowing that your sanity is hanging on by a thread but also knowing you carn’t break, you carn’t break down and let your children see you crumbling because your all they’ve got now.
So you get yourself through another day, carn’t wait for tomorrow.

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  • Bryan Davidson