I am still rebuilding my life after losing my husband. But it's so different without him. We were together 33 years. I feel like a completely different person, left alone.
Each year since his death in 2007 brought some healing. At first I went on because I kept waking up. The sun got up, so I did, too, but I was still in shock. Then I decided I had to go on because I had two daughters, both young adults. They had lost their dad. They needed me. Later I just put one foot in front of the other.
I tried keeping busy, doing a lot of volunteer work, trying to rebuild some kind of life. I stopped crying all the time. And I even began to feel happiness and a little normalcy as our lives moved forward. One daughter married, and I have a grandson now. He is a bright spot in my life though I can't help thinking about how much my husband would have loved being with him.
Now, I'm not sure what to do. I just turned 63. I miss him. I'm trying to continue to move forward. What's next? I wish I knew.