My neighbor has been a widow for over thirty years. Yes, she still misses him and her heart aches. I hope I never forget my guy.
This second year of widowhood is not as intense as that first year. I was almost one of those wailing in the streets kinda widow. Everything was bigger than imaginable. I'm pleased to learn that this year the ups are still high and the lows are more bearable. This I can manage. Hopefully.
Right now I'm sad and missing him like crazy. It's our first rainy day ... the day we would start getting excited to head to Maui. One year we left for our island in early November but I wanted to come back for Christmas. My gosh it poured rain the entire 2-3 weeks we were in Portland and EVERY time we went outside he'd remark "why are we here" again. Then he'd pull out a photo of Braeden, or a cute video, and then he would sigh... "that's why."
I'm moving towards the stage of grief where most of the annoying things are floating to the background of my memory. Some of the once annoying things now are kinda cute.
It's hard to believe that our anniversary this month would mark 30 years! Thirty years! Who would have thunk it!