Today it will be 2 years and 1 day since losing the most wonderful man in the world. I cannot believe it. It seems almost like yesterday when we were chatting and laughing together. How have I come this far? Well I’ll tell you; with the love of my husband which I carry with me always, with the help of family and friends and all of you on this forum. From the bottom of my heart - thank you.
When I went down for breakfast yesterday morning, there on the table was a gift from my son. It was a beautiful printed album full of photographs of my husband. It took my breath away, I actually gasped. I think it’s one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever received and completely unexpected. This from our wonderful son, who we made together.
I continue to travel my journey of grief and I know it can only end when I am reunited with my husband. In the meantime I shall try to live my life in the way he would have wanted, in a way to make him proud of me. Life is for living and I am determined to this in the best way I can. It’s not the hand I wished for but it’s the hand I’ve been dealt so I have to make the most of it. Listen to me! Don’t I sound positive this morning? Oh I won’t deny I have my dark moments, of course I do, but I learnt that’s ok. I know I will miss my husband always and that his absence will hurt always. But to have had him in my life, I wouldn’t change that for the world. I would do it all over again. The only thing I would change is that I would have met him sooner so we could have had longer together. Nothing can change the fact though that the most wonderful man in the world was mine - and still is…