It’s 3 months today since my husband left this earth. I ask myself how does that make me feel. The answer is, no different than yesterday, the day before and, probably no different than tomorrow either. Most of the time I feel this hasn’t happened at all. Some of the time I feel it’s a lot longer than 3 months and, some more of the time I feel it’s a lot less. In other words, time doesn’t appear to mean much anymore. Inside of me it stood still, outside of me it didn’t, because it couldn’t, I have to keep moving, and I do.
I have been taught so much the past 3 months. About others, about myself and about life in general. Hard lessons mostly.
I have accepted completely this is the one experience I will never come to terms with. Nor do I want to really. I’m good with continuing to miss my husband, love my husband and continually carry him with me in my heart and soul. I wouldn’t want to ever not do those things.
I’m grateful, very, very grateful and proud to be his wife, more now than ever I think and to carry him and his love with me for the rest of my life is nothing short of an absolute privilege.
The biggest and most important lesson I have been taught is; nothing is important…except LOVE!