Happy on the outside, hearbroken on the inside...
I stopped loving the number 22, on December 22 we survived my husband's heart surgery ... at some point I was glad and there was hope that I would no longer be afraid of losing him, I would not be afraid to enter the room and listen to whether to breathe he ... since the doctors only talked about the fact that if you do not have an operation, then you will not live long ... all this news happened at the moment when I lost my father ... the operation was successful ... according to the doctors, it was successful ...
And now back to the number 22, today, September 22, exactly 40 days since how dead my beloved person, my husband, my house and my fortress and just a legendary person, the best engineer in the world, my Einstein, he always treated me with care and a kind of fatherly qualities, taught me a lot, thanks to him I draw, he saw some sense in my work, if not for him I would have given up this idea with drawing a long time ago😊, from my father, as everyone in the family says, a certain talent passed to me .. although I don’t believe in talent ... and Michael taught me patience, perseverance, criticism and many other things, such as building a factory😊, and how to cook various international dishes😊, since our family was international, he is German, I am Belarusian, in general, it was the best time in my life, the best 7 years together, and today we return to this date again September 22 is my birthday, which for the first time I will spend without a father and without a husband ... the other day I heard the phrase: "The best leave first" I don’t know why ... but it’s true .. but with me my best in the world 🐶🐶 Bonnie, like a true man, forbids me to cry, always cleans my hands with her paws so that I don’t cover my face ... and then wipes my tears and I promise him that I don’t cry anymore ... I am strong woman☺
