Forty odd years they were married. And just like that, he's gone, leaving her behind. The sadness doesn't leave her eyes. It's like she's in a different world, unaware of conversation around her. The house feels empty without him, like he's just around the corner, tinkering away in the store or fixing a light in the bathroom and that a moment later he's going to walk in the room.
But he's gone.
I can't imagine what she feels. The empty bed. The empty house. The empty chair at the dining table. The empty whiskey glass.
It was a painful two years. Looking at old photos suddenly reminds me of how weak he'd become. It was freedom from the pain, it was what everyone was praying for. Yet I can't come to terms with it. Tears still fill my eyes when I see his photo in their room. A man loved and respected by all.
Here's to you Air Commodore OP Sharma, a true Air Warrior.
I know you're out there watching over me.
I miss you.
But he's gone.
I can't imagine what she feels. The empty bed. The empty house. The empty chair at the dining table. The empty whiskey glass.
It was a painful two years. Looking at old photos suddenly reminds me of how weak he'd become. It was freedom from the pain, it was what everyone was praying for. Yet I can't come to terms with it. Tears still fill my eyes when I see his photo in their room. A man loved and respected by all.
Here's to you Air Commodore OP Sharma, a true Air Warrior.
I know you're out there watching over me.
I miss you.
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