As I near two years since the death of my husband, I’m always looking. You see, I never got a goodbye. I woke up one Sunday morning in November and he was gone. I will forever regret that I never got a chance to say goodbye.
Author Andrea Remke
Even now, a year and a couple months after my husband died, the tears of anger and sadness I’ve shed behind closed doors have all been for HIM, not me.
My life this past year since I lost my husband Matthew has been much of that– extreme highs and some really low lows.
When one door closes, another opens…unless the door can’t close because your foot is stuck. This is the monster that is “dating after becoming a widow”.
Sometimes life is like reading a really good book but it has a really crappy ending and you are left sitting there saying, “Seriously? That can’t be it.”