The 18th marked two weeks since my sweetheart succumbed to the illnesses that held him hostage. I didn't mark it with any dainty little tears, but uncontrollable sobs.
However, this morning I woke after a dream. He and I were sitting outside having a very frank discussion about his wishes and expectations for me. He was giving me guidance and advice. It brought me so much peace and comfort.
I hope everyone else going through this horrible time gets to experience something similar.