Kids run around,People continue the conversation's nothing really phases me, I am lost in my own thoughts, Thoughts of how we used to be. A man kisses his wife and it causes a bitter sweet memory of how you used to kiss me..If only I had one more day with you..It would be the one thing I need to push me to keep living...I would hold you like there was no time limit, Tell you I love you a million times...words I never really said when you were here...I spend my nights alone in bed wishing you were there so I could feel your arms around me one last time..Someone gets my attention and I smile to be polite...no one knows how I am feeling...no one knows I'm dying inside and there's nothing to bring me back because my reason for living is laying beneath the cold frozen ground
I can really see a true sensation of yearning here. I can truly relate. I would say you did a fine job of speaking her mind.
All that aside I am sorry for your loss. All of my grandparents lived to exceptional ages, so unfortunately I can vividly remember the funerals. My great grandmother is 96 years old this year and she lost her husband in 1996. I could plainly see the toll it took on her to watch him fade away from cancer.