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Impossible question, I know. When my husband died, here are the answers I received: 1 year; 2 years; from my sister: 5 years; from my own collective experience in relationships: the half-life of the…Continue
And that is exactly what I’ve been struggling to do – live my new life while attempting to recreate my old one. Not possible and now I’ve found a quote that makes it easy for me to remember how fruitless it’s all been. It’s not often one is lucky enough to find words that perfectly sum up one’s struggles. And for the above quote, found recently in a collection of quotations from my wise, albeit… dead husband, I am grateful.
And that’s why I’m here, three years later, I’m still struggling to pick up the pieces…. my sweet husband took his life in the summer of 2008, two weeks shy of our little girl’s first birthday. In July no less, the height of summer, did I mention it was our daughter's birthday? I’d kill myself now, when the light fades at 4:30 in the afternoon, it’s cold and everyone is indoors, waiting out another winter. And for me, another winter, alone, without Matt. Poor AJ, boy do I despise my own self sorrow! But I can't help it!