What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to feel? Am I…am I allowed to let go? Or would that be a betrayal? A betrayal of us both?
We’ve been told that he… my husband… is missing, but what is that supposed to mean? Is he gone? Really gone? They say that missing isn’t the same as killed, but it seems… well… it seems like it is; for us anyway.
It feels as if he’s gone forever.
For weeks now, I’ve been holding on to some small thread of hope, as if by keeping his memory alive, somehow I could keep him alive too. But I’m losing my grip. That small thread is slipping further and further from my grasp and with it goes him.
I know that he’s not coming back.
‘Missing’ isn’t cause for a funeral, so we’ve had no way to properly say goodbye.
We’ve been told that he… my husband… is missing, but what is that supposed to mean? Is he gone? Really gone? They say that missing isn’t the same as killed, but it seems… well… it seems like it is; for us anyway.
It feels as if he’s gone forever.
For weeks now, I’ve been holding on to some small thread of hope, as if by keeping his memory alive, somehow I could keep him alive too. But I’m losing my grip. That small thread is slipping further and further from my grasp and with it goes him.
I know that he’s not coming back.
‘Missing’ isn’t cause for a funeral, so we’ve had no way to properly say goodbye.