It's been over a year since my husband passed on to his eternal home in
Heaven and escaped lewy body dementia.
I'm doing well, I attended grief
recovery.
I have interests, I have friends.
I'm carving out a new life
for me.
I volunteer so I can help someone else, I work.
Life keeps
moving forward, I'm moving with it.
My heart is still married.
The days are softer, I can speak of my husband without
tears escaping.
I can laugh and remember fondly and remember the truth
about our life and how hard it could be at times.
I didn't place him on a
pedestal.
I'm doing the things I would have wanted had I been the
one that passed first.
I'm not lonely, I just don't like being alone for
a lot of things.
Yes, I'm doing well but even in that, I occasionally have a day when I feel overwhelmed by his absence and I missed him so very much.
It's normal and it's going to happen again I am pretty sure.
