I lost my favorite person in the world. I lost my favorite person to hug. I lost my comfort and my strength and my confidence and my reason for everything.
I lost the person I could and would talk to for and about everything. I lost my biggest fan, as well as my best-meaning critic. I lost my quietest but most encouraging cheerleader.
I lost the only person I can say anything to, without any fear of being judged.
I no longer get the phone calls that wake me in the morning; there are no more missed calls I hurry to return at lunch time and some time else in between, lest you worry. And I have no one else to call when I get home to an empty unit at day’s end. I lost the person who checks on me like I’m the most precious thing.
I lost my favorite date for weekend lunch. I lost my favorite shopping companion.
I lost the person whose opinion and approval matter most.
No matter what people say, I am really no longer somebody’s somebody. I don’t belong to anyone anymore, and that is the worst part.
