Shocked and Disbelieving

     Today, at about 2:50 pm, surrounded by family and friends, Bob died in my arms.  Tonight I walk about the house knowing it's true but disbelieving.  Memories rush over me.  I almost hear the slap of his slipper on the tile floor.  I see him bent over, tugging on his shoes.  His smiling eyes gaze at me across the table.  How I wish it were still true.