and now I am one . . .
On Sunday, January 12th, I lost the love of my life and my best friend. Pete took his last breath in my arms at 11:00 p.m. that night, with his head held close to my chest.
The last eight days have been a blur. I am going to write a little in a journal each day.
Last night some words came to me that I will begin the journal with today . . .
First I was one
Then I was two
Then we were four
And then we were two again
Now I am one
ks/1-20-2025
The last eight days have been a blur. I am going to write a little in a journal each day.
Last night some words came to me that I will begin the journal with today . . .
First I was one
Then I was two
Then we were four
And then we were two again
Now I am one
ks/1-20-2025