They say there is hope after loss. But my hopes involved her. Hopes for celebrating Daddy's birthday (Sept. 5) together. Hopes of celebrating her birthday (Sept. 17) together. Hopes of celebrating my birthday (Sept. 21) together. Hopes of seeing her healthier and happier - restored to her former beauty. (She was so pretty before the cancer disfigured her - and we did not even know until it was too late that it was cancer.) Hopes of a vacation together in General Santos City - introducing her to Mommy's side of the family and taking her to the farm. Hopes of shopping together again. Hopes of celebrating Christmas together. Hopes of telling her how much she meant to us, how much I admired her, how much I loved her. Hopes of celebrating weddings together. Hopes of making her feel appreciated. Hopes of making her happy. Hopes of smiling at each other.
There is no hope after loss. There is only bitterness and guilt.