Can you look back and pinpoint the worst day of your life?
February 7, 2011 was the worst day of my life.
It was the day that Matthew and I sat in a Doctor's office and calmly had the nice young doctor rip to shreds every dream I've ever had. It was the day that Matthew looked at me and jokingly said, "I'd always hoped you'd live longer then me." through the tears both of us were shedding. It was the day that we had to break the heart wrenching news to our entire family, in person.
It was the day that cancer became the most hated word in my vocabulary.
I've had a lot of bad/hard days and moments since. Matthew got so sick sometimes during treatment and near the end he was in a lot of pain that was hard to get under control. I had to make the hard decisions when it came to deciding to let him go. Being handed the flag for his military honors on the day of his celebration of life.
I might not always show it, but I miss him every day.
Two years later, I can still say that February 7th, 2011 was the worst day of my life.
That day was the prediction of this time that I'm living now, without my best friend.