lost dream


I still remember the day Michelle and I found our dream home. It was a beautiful property in Whitman, with 5 acres of land, solar panels, and a water well. I had to convince Michelle for a few days, but once she saw the vision I had, she was on board. We were ready to close on the property, and I couldn't wait to start our new life together.

But fate had other plans. I started feeling sick at work, and my fever was burning up. I told my brother to take me to the hospital, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up to a little CNA packing me with ice bags. Michelle was smiling, but her red, puffy eyes told a different story. She'd been crying, and I could tell she was relieved to see me awake.

As I joked with her, trying to make her smile, the medical staff was busy running scans and blood work. They determined I had MSRA in my foot and needed surgery to cut out the infection. I was lucky to have made it, but the road to recovery would be long.

The surgery left me unable to put weight on my foot, and I spent several weeks in the hospital. My realtor contacted me with devastating news – we had lost the house. I was heartbroken, but Michelle's support kept me going.

The rehabilitation center was a challenging place, with a roommate who turned out to have COVID. I had to undergo breathing treatments and quarantine, unable to see Michelle. We texted each other, and I was relieved when I didn't test positive.

Every Friday, Michelle would drive me to see my surgeon. But one Monday, she contracted COVID, and I didn't hear from her on Thursday. I wasn't worried, thinking she'd lost her phone again. But when she didn't show up on Friday, I took a ride-share home to check on her.

What I found was devastating. Michelle had passed away, and my world came crashing down. It was the worst time of my life, and I struggled to come to terms with the loss.

Even now, I think about that dream home and the life we were supposed to build together. But most of all, I cherish the memories of our time together and the love we shared.

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