You were my home.

The goodbye was terrible, as all goodbyes are, I suppose. A home is the place where you are loved, cared for, safe and warm. It’s a place where you belong. To lose a home, and not have another place to go to, that is heart-shattering.

But with you, it was almost gentle. We walked to the front door holding hands. Your hand was as it has always been: strong, warm and loving. You opened the door for me.

I thought I would be alone...