In another world, maybe not so different from this one, I'd have woken up next to you everyday until we grew old and grey. I'd have watched our children grow up with you. Smiles and tears, squabbles and cuddles, falling in love again and again over the little things you did that made me smile.

But you don't do those little things anymore. You can't. You won't wake up next to me ever again. Or see our kids grow up together. We would never smile again, and you would never cry again. Our only squabbles will be my prayers wishing you came back. Wishing you came back, or survived, or nothing happened that you had to survive, but would simply have lived.

In another world, maybe not so different from this one, you would have stumbled home drunk or caught a cab and left your car where it was. Instead of getting behind the wheel barely able to see.

In another world, our children have a mother. I have a wife. But in this world, you tried to drive home drunk, and I am now broken. My children had a mother, and I had a wife. But now, we only have eachother. And we keep eachother going, keep eachother sane like you used to do for us. Broken as I may be, and as lonely as the bed has become without you in it, I will always be our childrens parent. I promise you, sweetheart. I promise.

Amen.