Benny has been my constant companion, best friend, and most faithful “man” in my life for 10 years. He’s moved all over the country with me, never questioning my reasons. He was always there when I was happy, to play and romp. He was there in some of my darkest moments, to let me hug and cry on him, while giving me soft kisses on the cheeks.
Two weeks ago he got sick. I thought it was a passing phase and did everything I could to make him feel better. Today, we found out he had an aggressive, inoperable cancer tumor that had completely enveloped his prostrate and bladder. Within a few hours, my sons and I were saying our goodbyes, and I held him and looked into his eyes as he passed from this world.
Now, I have to get used to his absence. He won’t be there to greet me after a long day, ready for a hug and kiss. He won’t be there to share my dinner. He won’t be there to sleep next to me at night, my hand on his side to help me get to sleep. My heart aches so much for Benny. I know he’s gone to a better place, but it hurts so much. Benny, I know you’re watching over me and my kids and I hope I see you on the other side.