I just woke up in a foggy panic my heart picking up speed when I asked what was happening and my husband said it was Fred, he wanted to go out and we had a little back and forth of who would take him. My husband said he was wide awake and then this dread hit me. I asked him if he was coming back and it meant so much more to me than just coming back to bed. Or coming back to the darkness of our bedroom as I got choked up and felt the hot sting of tears as I said… Come back. Please come back…
That’s my panic this morning… I am desperately worried that those I love the most won’t come back when they go out of my sight.
