It’s a hard time of year for those who lost someone.
I received an email from someone this morning who lost their husband on Christmas morning.
I can’t offer her any words of comfort. There is nothing comforting I can say or offer her.
I had a fantastic, amazing, incredible New Years. I rang in 2018 with my Chapter 2. I thought about my late husband for a bit before my Sexxy Chef got home.
I reflected on the way my life has changed this past year, the things that have become very important to me and the things that are no longer important.
I miss him. I miss the life we had.
I wouldn’t trade my past with him for anything. It still boggles my mind that he’s NOT here. It still seems incredibly surreal that he’s been gone for 5 1/2 years. Each June 26, each January 1 brings me that much closer to him being gone for longer than I had him.
If you’re reading this and you’re hurting from the loss of a loved one… it does get different.
Not better, just different. It did for me, anyhow.
I miss him. I love my life now. The two are not diametrically opposed. They co-exist in my heart (mostly) seamlessly.
If you’re hurting… reach out. If not to someone in your life, find an online group, send me an email, anything. But reach out. Life is good. It sucks right now but it can be good again.