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Let it out Johnny

For the first two nights after Michelle passed away my step daughter and I slept by my sister’s house. I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I had no idea how I would react. Plus, we both needed the support, especially her. Finally, the time came to head home. We walked into the house and I was ok. Sad, but ok.

Some time passed and we ventured upstairs, into the master bedroom. The room where Michelle spent so much time in bed during her long cancer battle. The room where we had so many of our talks and shared so many of our tears.

My step daughter and I sat on Michelle’s side of the bed. I took a deep breath and gave her a hug as she had tears in her eyes.

‘I miss Mommy,’ I said.

‘I miss Mommy too,’ she responded.

I started to cry and she tightened the hug.

‘Johnny it’s ok. Let it out Johnny. Just let it all out,’ she said in a comforting tone.

This kid.

My heart.

She’s got it.

Fully and completely.

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