Okay, so Roger is dead.
I get it.
I understand I cannot see him again.
No more snuggling.
No more hugs.
I cannot be the traditional wife anymore.
I (somewhat) accept it.
I just want to call him.
Tell him about school and share how close I am to finishing.
Share some of my accomplishments.
Tell him about our friends and catch him up on their lives.
Tell him about his friends.
About all the new additions.
And some recent losses.
I want to email him my photos.
Get his feedback.
Talk about my business plans.
Get his advice about it.
I even want to tell him about Mr. X.
As crazy as that may sound.
If I cannot be with Roger, I want him to be part of my life.
It is a yearning that cannot be quenched.
I am longing for this connection to him so bad.