We Once Had It All - Just Like Bogey and Bacall

Source: Daily Kos

By Lying Eyes

I'm going to try to tell a little story. A very personal story. I don't know if I'll hit publish. Just writing it may help.

It was a long time ago but every year on this date it all comes back. The memory is vivid and still in color. And the pain.............well, there are no words for that.

The first clue that something was amiss was the empty spot on my bedside table which everyday held a cup of coffee. I waited but finally got up and went down to the kitchen where I expected to find my husband or at least the coffee brewing while he was outside getting the paper. But there was no coffee, no husband. I then checked all the main floor rooms - quietly, as there were children, ages 8 and 11, asleep upstairs. Okay, check outside. His car was there. He wasn't in the pool. The boat was at the dock. Now, I'm irritated. I had to get this show on the road. Get the kids up and fed and off for my son's first tennis lesson which was scheduled with the club pro.

Last place to look was the lower level. Down there Jim had an office and a studio but he never went there before coffee. Strange. At the bottom of the stairs I looked to the left, into the office, and there he was, apparantly asleep. Sitting up in a leather armchair, peacefully asleep. Leaning against the door jamb, hand on hip, I proceeded to, not so gently, ask him to wake up and help me get going. It was then I noticed little red spots on his grey pajamas. Heart attack came to mind and I rushed over, put my hands on his shoulders and started shaking him. Then I saw the gun wedged between his body and the chair arm and I knew instantly he was dead. Red spots, blood, gun, dead. Simple.

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