Memories

Everywhere I go, I have memories of Rich. That can be both a good thing to enjoy and lift my spirits or a hard thing that brings me sorrow and fills my eyes with tears.
Went for labwork today. It was hard for me. I had all I could do not to cry. The last time I went there was to bring Rich to check his clotting time because of his blood thinners. He was unable to do it at home like he usually did because he was given a new machine to use and he didn’t have the right needles. He was frustrated and in pain. Going to the lab proved to be difficult. He would eventually end up in the hospital that day. It was to be his last month of life.
I’ve been looking at photos on my phone and I have one short little movie that I took when we were home, just watching TV. And he said that I’d better be careful because who knows when he might decide to take a surprise video of me. I said, just be sure I have clothes on and he said, Who said anything about clothes?
He looked so happy, so like himself and we were both laughing and teasing each other. It is one of those moments. One of those little everyday moments that I miss so much.
Whatever possessed me to take a video of him at that moment, I don’t know. But I am glad I did.

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