Saturday, January 28, 2017
Three years ago today, my sweet husband took his last breath as I held him in my arms. I have told people that the second year was the hardest, and it was. I believe the first year the spouse that is left is in such shock, and having to deal with all of the realities and duties of arranging the funeral/memorial, taking over all of the finances and responsibilities of the home, family, and then left, alone, to find their way in their remaining life. People go away after the second year.
So where does that leave the third year? For me, I hope that I will be able to discover the things that make me happy. Yes, the few days surrounding the anniversary of his death are emotional. One must tread lightly. Two days before was emotional for me, the day before and today I had very happy, fun functions planned so that I had good experience. And, I have a very few loving friends who remember, even now, the third year and send loving notes, gifts, words. Those are what gets me through.