I live in a nightmare that never ends.
I now sleep in a dreamless state. And if I do dream about Steve, I can’t remember what it was when I wake up. I wake up in the morning and I still unconsciously reach out on the other side of the bed where he used to be sleeping. Steve usually brings our little munchkin from his room to our bed & we all lay down there snuggling for a few minutes. The little one finishes his milk and we all get up to get ready for the day. Most of the time, we both bring our packed lunch & have breakfast at work, too. In the corner of the dining room, his lunch bag is still there but empty. So, dinner is an important part of the day for the three of us. We’re all together, eating together as a family but now he’s not there.