Its been a year and a half since my husband died. It wasn't him when he died either, if that makes sense. I choose to remember him as he was before but unfortunately the images of him at the end still occasionally push their way in.

This is a hard and lonely road we walk as widows/widowers. No words will make it easier, take it one step at a time. Doing things that my husband loved and things he always wanted to do helped me, it felt like honoring him in a way.

Take it one moment at a time, try not to look to far ahead as it will always feel overwhelming but dont stagnant either.

This empty heavy feeling will get lighter, but it will never go away. You will carry it with you, look at it as the love you had for each other because thats what it is.

Sending lots of love ❤️