The mornings, the best part of my day...

Well they were once, that was what i once, always would say, not any more they aren’t…As soon as my eyes open and tell myself to get out of bed, up for the day, i have another cry, my reality of another empty and large parkhome, no atmosphere, no noise, is another lonely day without my Richard and my three fur-babies, my-our three dogs that once were downstairs ready to greet me with their happy to see me, and waggy tails, than the hugs and kisses, followed a few hours later by my Richard walking downstairs, now all have gone one by one and it is just me, i so want to be with my Richard, oh how do we get through another empty and lonely day…I am just surviving but i am DEFINITELY not living…

Jackie…I am sending a big (( HUG )) to all who face another lonely and isolated day without their loved one…this has become the loneliest place ever, a place i will be more than happy to be relived from…Now i just hate the mornings, i have no purpose anymore…

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