THE DARK AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS

For over 36 years I rarely had to face it, that dark at the top of the stairs. David was a morning person while I was a night owl so most nights he went up to bed before me and would leave the hall light on for me. The only times when he didn't was when he was at camp, camp-outs, men's meetings , etc. and of course those six weeks when he made that first trip to Russia. I never rested easy when he was gone and I missed that light. I try to remember to go up early before it gets completely dark out and turn on the upper hall light on but many times I will be involved in something and forget so I have gotten so I can climb the stairs in the dark because some light does come in the windows from the street lights nearby. Worse than the lack of the light is the lack of his presence when I get there. This house is so empty and lonely without David.