John Did

1:45 this morning and I’m suddenly awake. My nights usually consist of lying down, closing my eyes and waking up in the morning. So what woke me up?

John.  John did. 

I could almost feel his body beside mine. Since I was laying on my right side facing what used to be his side of the bed, I cautiously reached my left arm out to drape it over his body and pull him close. 

My hand landed on the cool, smooth sheet. No John.

And then I cried.

(Just a little peek at what grief is like. Moments like this are few and far between.)