Six years ago yesterday, I buried the love of my life. The pain and agony of grief was unimaginable. I was looking at life through a tunnel of darkness, barely able to see a dim light at the end of that tunnel. I thought it would never end, that tunnel. But, I am living proof, that, yes, there is light at the end of the tunnel of grief.
Today, I am content. I guess that's as good of a word to describe how I am feeling. I have dealt with the grief and loneliness, and have become what I think of as a stronger, more independent person. I have realized that the world doesn't stop for my broken heart and life, and that moving ahead is possible.
I have discovered that I can stand on my own and take care of myself, a home and all that goes with it. This, in no way, should minimize what kind of life I had as a married man. Ours was a marriage of joy and happiness. I miss that, and I miss my mate. But, I realize that she isn't coming back, and that life does go on.
I am grateful for all the years we had together. I will never forget them or my loving late wife. I will cherish all that went with those years. I have my children and grandchildren to sustain me as well as a vast group of friends who have been my support group. I love them all.
Bless life, caress it every day, for it could end with the snap of a finger.