Nothing like a hug

Happy hug - completely different thing

Sometimes I feel like I desperately need to have Randy back, to have his support to get through my sadness. This past week or two I have been so sad it’s hard for me to sit still, to keep my mind focussed. I have been missing him so much that I feel the need to do something, anything to stop that feeling. Order pizza! Drink wine! Focus on someone else’s problems!

What I used to do, of course, when I was sad or upset was seek a hug. I would put my head on Randy’s shoulder and he would hug me and I would pour my sadness and pain into him. He would pour his love and sympathy back into me and I would pour my love and gratitude back into him.

Sometimes I cannot fathom what I am supposed to do without that. There is no one to comfort me like that - I must comfort myself alone. How the hell do I do that?

I want him back, I want him back, I want him back.