I'm so lonesome I could die...

I miss his voice
His presence
His laughter

I dreamt last night it was all some kind of cruel joke and the doctors had made a mistake, you weren't going to die and you wanting to provide, as you always did, told me you wanted to go back to work and I said we have to wait until we get it confirmed from the specialist, then I woke up and knew the truth.
All our plans dashed
Our dreams of a life together, after your retirement in 5 years, are all gone.

We found out it was cancer at the beginning of June.
You went into the hospital on July 8th, your birthday, and by July 18th, you no longer existed in this world.

Way too quickly, way too soon.