It’s weird but I keep thinking I am going to wake up and find that it was just one big bad dream. Maybe that’s why the mornings are so hard. I miss him so much. But life goes on.
Things are coming into focus for me. Things I ignored, things I accepted… life is short and there are no “do overs.” I am making changes in my life.
That’s the trouble with our time machine – it only works in the one direction, at the one speed.
It’s going to hurt for a while. It always does. But you keep going, because you know you must.