I had a little time this morning while Bob was still asleep and decided to catch up on some long overdue gardening. While weeding in my garden, my trowel hit a rock and I was about to toss the rock aside when I noticed some familiar handwriting on it: Bob's handwriting.
His message made me smile. Then, it made me cry because now he can barely read or write, let alone sneak out into my garden and leave a little message. I try to be strong, but some days, I just want my husband back.