In and out at the hospital
FRIDAY, March 19 – The damned ring is still visible. Or is it my imagination? Sander has a dental appointment today, at the AMC, the hospital where Jenn died. Where I was handed her wedding ring, engagement ring, and a few other pieces of jewelry in a plastic bag. That was when we were still hoping that she would awaken from her coma.
Hoping in vain.
It turned out to be not as bad as I had expected. The orthodontist was satisfied and Sander doesn’t have to go back for a surgical procedure the dentist had tentatively considered. When we get home, the emotions that had been switched off while we were at the hospital break loose. We both start to cry.
‘I’m so tired of everything,’ Sander says. I couldn’t agree more. We light three candles in front of Jennifer’s photograph, the way we did that night when we said goodbye to her. Back to that day, the source of all evil for us. It feels good.
Diary of a Widower 