Hannah

Hanna
Age: 36
Occupation: Lawyer
He bought me those flowers two and a half weeks ago.
I just can’t bear to throw them away.
It’s silly.
I sit here staring at the front door, expecting him to walk in at any moment.
“Hello darling, how was your day?”
I know it won’t happen.
But my mind refuses to accept it.
The funeral was so strange.
He had so many friends.
So many people loved him.
None of them were allowed to be there.
Because of the virus.
My parents and my father-in-law wanted to come and be with me.
I told them not to.
I can’t handle losing any more people.
Not now.
He is…
Was…
An amazing husband.
And he was so strong.
So healthy.
Even when they took him to the hospital.
Part of me doesn’t want to know.
Part of me doesn’t want to understand that I will never see him again.
Part of me has died.