Everyone was right. The second year of widowhood is the hardest. Actually the second half of the second year. I was making forward movement in my life until December...and then...my life hit reverse. It has been so disconcerting to know that all the progress I have made on creating my new "normal" has crumbled.
I thought the worse was over, but the reality of my aloneness is seeping into my marrow. I hate not being able to discuss challenges or successes with my husband. I miss the warmth of his body next to mine at night. I ache for the tender kisses he would sprinkle over my eyes in the morning. I just miss him more and more every day.
I will never fall out of love with my late husband. He has imprinted himself upon my very soul.
So, how do I move forward knowing this? How do I heal a wound that will never go away?
Like the song says, "How do I live without you?"
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Cyna
