While packing up my mom’s, I found this pic in my brother’s things. It’s my late husband, me, and one of our closest friends when we were prob about 22. Not sure why he had it. It triggered me. The whole way home I cried. Seeing us- it just got me. I won’t tell my kids or anyone who knows me personally. It’s been 12-1/2 years, I’m remarried, and I just don’t feel like I can share that. I’m sharing it here, though, because others will go through it, have gone through it, and felt the same way. Even after all this time, I can still have that gut wrenching pain as if he just had his heart attack. But then I was OK. It absolutely *sucks*, but it’s also absolutely normal. It’s so hard, but I have to remind myself to be grateful to have had him while he has here and that we had five beautiful babies together. Choose to be grateful and choose to be happy.
@QueenMother1976 This Aug will be 9 years since my husband died suddenly. I understand. Prayers for you.