Bed of Thorns

| This is the 397th story of Our Life Logs | A bunch of wildflowers left my hands and dropped upon his grave. It was clear that the goodbyes were final. I was burying my husband. For six months, he was bedridden, unable to even perform basic functions like eating and drinking on his own. As his wife and partner, I cared for him relentlessly. And now, … Continue reading Bed of Thorns