I’m getting married in 24 days.
I was reading a post made by a fellow derby girl who also happens to be a recent widow.
Tears threatened. I’m at work. Not cool.
And then I was blogging on the other site (my fitness blog) and adding a picture to it and there was my husband’s face. His glorious, handsome, full of love, face.
And tears again.
I’m 24 days away from my wedding.
I’m so in love with my fiance. I am looking forward to spending my life with him.
And I am incredibly lucky that he understands that the grief storms do not in any way diminish those two statements.
6 years out. I’m coming up on my hell month – the time between Mark’s birthday and his death day. And all the dates in between. And I quite deliberately stuck my wedding date in there.
Because grief storms happen.
And I don’t want all my life to be about the grief and the sadness.
I am ok with it when it shows up, like tonight but in the end, I want to celebrate life. His life, my life, my new life, my old life.
I want to celebrate who I am and how far I’ve come.
I miss him. I love him. And he is forever a part of me.
And I am happy in life.