I never realized how broad my husband's shoulders were until he was gone. He cradled my head in the crook of his shoulder and I would nuzzle in comfort in the hollows of his neck. I felt safe there...harbored from all the hazards of life. He carried all the real weight in our marriage. While I felt so helpful doing this and that, too late have I realized how trivial were the things I did compared to what he did.
Now, I shoulder life alone.
No comforting hollows to make me feel safe.
No help with the heavy load of life.
How am I going to do this without him?