My beloved husband tormented with CBD for the past ten years, slipped away from me in the last couple of weeks after a week of hospitalization with Covid sepsis.
After a day of being unresponsive, he briefly opened his eyes around 1 a.m. on a Monday morning. I was watching him and saw a light in his eyes. I bent over him, kissed his forehead, and told him:
"Light and Love are waiting for you, Honey. Go to the Light and Love and be at peace. And know that I love you so very much."
And so he did. Gently, peacefully, he slipped away, enveloped in my love.
He is at peace at last and I am lost. My life, my love, my husband is gone. What do I do now?
I guess the long journey to "me" and who I am without him has begun, and it's a hard one, for sure.