Ten years ago today, I married the love of my life.
Today, I mark yet another milestone of loss: what could have been, but isn't.
Until last September, I was looking forward to this day. It was meant to mark an important achievement for us - achieving a successful and happy marriage. Reaching the double-digit wedding anniversary meant to me that we had "made it." We loved each other more each day, and I knew that I had found the one that I would grown old with and spend the rest of my life with. The anniversary somehow was meant to show that to the world.
Since September 16, 2016, I have been dreading this date. It reminds me of the tremendous loss I have suffered. It reminds me of how much I miss him and will always miss him, and of the huge void in my life that is left without him.
Although I have been doing much better the last couple of months, days like today are still going to hurt. I'm thankful for my friends and family who are here for me and support me through this awful process. And after today is over, I won't have to dread this day any more.