Since I last blogged and 18 months since Charlie died. You would think that God realized my heart was already shredded.
On May 30th 2018 Bernie and I went to the Bahamas on vacation, to Little Exuma to be exact, at my brother Albert's invitation. Bernie died in little exuma of a massive heart attack. He could have been saved, he was alive for 5 hours after the heart attack, but there are no doctors, no hospitals NOTHING in Little Exuma and we had to just let him die.
It has me so traumatized that I did nothing to save him. I know there was nothing I COULD do, but still, it has left me feeling so much pain and guilt.
RIP babe.
