Climbing Jacob's Ladder: When there is nothing left to do, you climb.
20,47 €
I mostly just watched quietly holding my husband's hand as we sat in front of his headstone. I felt the pain of his death come over me as if not one day had passed. I began to feel the hot sting of tears come forth and roll down my cheeks again. Sweeping them away, all I could do was suppress the deep longing, and wishing that I could hold him again. I wanted to hold him just for one more moment, one last time; understanding fully that no amount of time would ever be enough. Jacob was our first baby, our first son, our first everything.
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