Today is six months. 182 days. 4368 hours. To say I lost my husband six months ago doesn’t hold enough weight. The words just seem to fall short. He was so much more than a husband to me. He was my best friend, my partner, my supporter and encourager, my hunting and fishing buddy, my handyman, the one person I could always count on to hang out with me and talk with, my rock and my anchor to the world, the leader of my little family pack. I didn’t just lose my husband that day… I lost my Billy. And I lost part of myself that day too. 💔
I want to take a moment and thank you all for allowing me to mourn so openly here on IDO. Grief work is hard work, but it’s not effective if we don’t also mourn and share. Thank you to those who’ve been praying for me and my family and continue to do so, and for those who’ve reached out to me and sent words of comfort, flowers, chocolates, coffee. These gestures may not seem like a big deal but they truly are a part of what’s holding me together.
A sudden death of a loved one is certainly tragic, and it also assures us that friendship, support, love, and spending time with people (even socially distance time like texting or phone calls) is incredibly important and so valuable to the human spirit. Thank you all. 🧡