We are all walking somebody home

My niece arranged for the Threshold Choir to come sing for my DH yesterday. It was a beautiful experience. Four people came and arranged themselves in a fashion so my DH was the audience. They sang four or five songs and left quietly. The last song was, We Are All Walking Somebody Home. That hit me like a ton of bricks and I sat on the sofa weeping. It hit me for the first time that that’s what I’m doing, walking him home. I’ve already been doing it for a long time through this disease and the many losses. Once in a while someone will ask how it’s going. Once I determine if they need to know or not, the answer is too huge to share. I think now I will answer, I’m still walking him home.