Ray was my comforter. Whenever I worried about something he would reassure me that "everything will work out - we will be fine." I miss that. Just his peace about everything made me feel better and feel that everything happening in my life will "be fine...it will all work out." I wish I had that in my life now...a comforter. I have no one to reassure me and make me feel that all is ok.
My life is good, but "life" still happens to me. "Life" still happens to everyone. It's so easy to assume that everyone else has it together and their life is perfect. But I know life isn't perfect...for anyone. It's so much easier to get through when you have a "comforter" in your life. Did I say I miss that?
Eight years and I still ache. I want Ray here with me to go through life. To finish what we planned. He was only 50 - and we still had so much time left. I have now lived 38 days longer than Ray. He lived 18,570 days. 7,408 days of both our lives were spent together. - Jimmy
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