“I’m so sad to hear that. How devastating.”
“Very much. We spent months in a German hospital recovering and only had each other since our loved ones couldn’t visit. My family could only talk to me over FaceTime, or we’d text when I wasn’t in extreme agony. I was already in a bad place having to deal with this new normal, and then a week after we flew home, I heard of his passing. It wrecked me pretty hard.”
“Did you have any idea he was struggling?”
“No, but I should’ve seen the signs. I was too into my own survivor’s guilt and pain to notice.”
She places her hand on my cheek and kisses me.
“His passing knocked some sense into me. I refused to give up on life just because it had gotten hard. I was an emotional mess, which was the first thing I got help for. After I was medically disch
