Hazy.

Dearest Dr. J. H. W.,

I have to watch TV alone now and it feels wrong.
I find comfort in thinking that you might be watching too.
I find comfort in thinking that you're better without me guessing it all.

This little house feels empty,
and it makes me uneasy not knowing where you are now, and how.

I hope you know it's hard. But mostly, I hope you know that I miss you.
I think of you every day.
And not a single day goes by that I don't regret it.

I'm sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry we don't get to hug anymore.

Please know a part of my heart will be forever filled with love for you.


S. H.