It's been three short months since my beloved husband passed unexpectedly. He visits me in dreams sometimes and I cherish those dreams. I found a short, sweet voice mail from him today, that I had forgotten I'd saved. It was "Hi. It's me. I love you." Best gift I've had in a long time. We always, always constantly told each other how much we loved each other, we constantly touched and kissed. We did everything together, spent every waking moment we could squeeze in, together. He was my Prince Charming and I was his Queen, his cheer leader in life.
I'm so empty, a shell of a person now. We completed one another and now I'm incomplete. My soul is broken. I miss every silly little thing and every beautiful thing about him. I miss the whole perfectly imperfect package. He was mine and I still, am his.
Grief is all encompassing. I've made it through most all the big milestones in such a short time... his death occurred two days after Thanksgiving, so Christmas, our anniversary on New Year's Eve, his birthday on January 6th, and my birthday on Valentine's Day, have all passed in such a short time. I'm not looking forward to the next holiday season. I think maybe I'll play hooky.
Thank you for sharing your beauty and your pain. You're each an inspiration. Big hugs of healing love to all. ❤❤❤