This is a different kind of fear.
Not like the fear I felt the night I asked her to marry me.
Not like the fear I felt when we bought our first house.
Not like the fear I felt when she looked at me and said “I have cancer.”
Not like the fear I felt when she told me she wanted hospice.
This is a different kind of fear.
This kind sticks to me, like sap from a tree.
This kind of fear stings my eyes like the sweat of a hot summer day.
And I have to face it alone.
It’s that kind of fear.
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A new kind of fear
And Now She is Gone 