It’s been 11 months since I touched his hair, smelled the cologne on his shirt traced his fingers with mine.
loss of a loved one
Some days you think everything is o.k. Then it hits you right between the eyes. Bam! My inner voice asks, What was that? I thought I was fine. I start to cry. I pull out my phone to see if it’s the date. The eighth of every month is an anniversary that my mind never forgets. But […]
Today was a good day but (the BUT) I want to post something about what I’m feeling. It is more of an information piece to get you thinking about who you share things with in your life. I had a great day teaching my first class for a new course. I would normally share that […]
It is three months now since he has been gone. I have cried, sometimes totally bereft, but not as often as I did before. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss him. I miss him every day, hour and minute. It just means that life goes on.
Today marks, by the calendar numbers, one month since he died, June 8, 2013. Last week I didn’t cry. Instead of finding solace in not crying I worried my lack of tears meant I wasn’t a good wife/partner. I worried I had cried all the tears I could. What is that saying about Crocodile Tears? […]