THE DEEP MISS
Friday nights, the weekend and the bank holidays are the worst times. The thing I miss most about my husband is his company. He was my sounding board and the one who “got it”. He was also very amusing and very charming.
In a way working through the hurt does not change anything regarding the way I felt about him and the countless times I tried to help him. I remember him as the joking, charming, intelligent, slightly grumbling and successful person that he was. I can’t discount the turmoil that led us all into this situation but it it has found its place now and really none of that matters.
Like I’ve explained in earlier posts, reconnection is the key to living.
I am having a bad grief day y’all. I am calm and I am sane but the sadness hits like a storm.