Hi everyone. Sorry I have not been updating, going through difficult time. I once let in known some of my stories are based from personal experiences. It may seem i write a lot about cancer and hospitals and death because yes, I have one way or another been in same situations. Last October my other half was told he had six months to live. Story short, it was actually four months later. He passed away on February 10th.
Theres nothing peaceful about death, just the finality of it. When someone dies, the world doesn’t stop to acknowledge the loss. It keeps moving. The sun comes up and sets down as usual. People go on with their day and those dealing with loss expected to also go on living their lives. “Thats what your husband would have wanted, for you to be happy.” I hear that a lot. how am i supposed to be happy when the person you want to share that happiness with isn’t here?
Sorry for doom post, a friend told me to start writing again as coping mechanism. I am trying. But It’s hard. But I am trying. I see your messages. Some before Christmas, others after new year. I always see you all.
All my love,
J🥀