Today my husband would have been 39.  I miss him every day.  And despite what people say time doesn’t heal all wounds.  There is no set way to grieve,  no timetable that everyone can consult. 

I am lucky–all I have to do is look at my daughters and I Can see him.  It’s in an expression and their enormous generosity of spirit… And in the way they care for all those around them. 

I am a lucky woman.  I had a relationship with him that made me better than I was.  And together we were more than the sum of our parts… But the problem with that is that now that I am alone I am less than  I was before we started… But for a time I touched happiness and if I hold on just a little bit longer perhaps my story will change… 

You never know what waits just around the corner