Post — Strong Like Bull

Brenda, I talk to my Bill all day, every day. I just spent half an hour with unstoppable tears as I was folding laundry that had been piling up for 2 weeks. I had washed some of Bill's shirts that had been in his suitcase from the hospital that I just finally got around to opening after 5 months. Seeing his clothes just sent me over the edge. I still haven't done anything about the closet. I just can't seem to do it quite yet. I went to see Vanessa Williams last night and towards the end of the concert, she sang a song from Show Boat (I think) and it was all about "Bill". I tell you that I kept it together, but just barely. I too, remember holding hands and I still reach out at night, in bed and hope to feel his hand in mine. It's unbelievable the heartbreak that we go thru and somehow keep breathing thru. Most days I just think to myself that I just don't know how I'm going to do it and then I do. I keep telling myself that Bill's death has had such an impact on so many people and that that must be God's plan. To make the people that knew him more aware of how they treat their loved ones and to appreciate them more. I only wish that he was still here so that I could do the same.