Please tell me I’m not alone
My Michael passed at home. I went to work Wednesday night and when I got home Thursday morning he was gone. The next thing I knew our home was filled with strangers. The only thing I asked was to let me see him before he left just 1 more time.
When he was ready they came and got me from the room I was in. I gave him kisses and kisses and more kisses and lots of hugs. I also pet his hair back from his forehead.
I told him how much I loved him over and over and thanked him for loving me and for the beautiful life he gave me. Then I told him I didn’t want to but I had to say goodbye.
Now I have flashes where I see him laying on that thing looking like he’s asleep. Please tell me I’m not alone.