Author Adelaide Green

Losing him has been harder than I ever imagined.

When he was sick I was at a new low.

Lower than I had ever been before.

I didn’t think I’d ever find a night as dark as the first night I realized he would die.

But now he’s gone and the darkness is everywhere.

It’s entered crevices I never thought it could.

I sometimes wonder when I will find the light again,

or when it will find me.

But deep in my heart I fear I will never see it again.

Papa always said “you are the light of my life.”

Little did I realize he was actually the light of mine.

That light is gone.