After your husband dies nothing is ever quite the same. It has been five years for me and most aspects of my life and how I live it are not the same as they were.
Holidays aren't as joyful as they used to be. Lane and I used to host a lot of the family functions but others have taken over. Lane and I were a good team and I miss entertaining together.
Vacations of course are much different. Instead of seeking interesting destinations I go visiting or just stay home. I have done a few trips with another widow but for sure it was not the same for either of us.
Daily life goes on. We all have responsibilities. But for me life has fewer laughs, more tears and a feeling of loss that I never forget is there.
I say to all recent widows that in time you get used to being alone and doing things on your own. There is no choice. But nothing is ever quite the same. And if you ask me, it stinks.
Do you agree that nothing is ever quite the same?