You Promised!
I needed to write this as if I am writing a letter to my Jerry. I needed to get these words out of my head. Sometimes I feel like in doing this, that I am speaking to him, or that he can hear me. Jerry, It was December 22 nd 2016. We were on the couch in our living room. You were laying down and feeling pretty bad. I had been checking your oxygen, and giving you the antibiotics that were prescribed because you had fluid in your lungs. We were watching TV and talking in between about the kids and Christmas. We talked about the things that I had bought for them and I was filling you in…..Let me back track a minute. I remember in the days before I was driving to Rite Aid, talking to my mom and my sister about how there were stories of people with tumors on their liver, and it was not cancer. I vividly recall standing in the parking lot of that store, with so much hope in my heart. Yearning for my mom or sister to be there to hold my hand, and hold me up.