Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Shattered Deams

Very early this morning I had a dream in which Bob had died, and I woke up in tears.  I laid there, staring at the ceiling, and thinking of how I was eventually going to have to learn to live without him for the rest of my life.  The dreams, the trips, the retirement  plans we had  talked about for years now just a blip of distant memory. I feel like I am being robbed of my future- Our Future.  Between the high cost of medical  and Bobs discomfort  in strange places, the plans & trips we spent so much time researching ...will never be made. I hate this disease.