Here I am 22 months (tomorrow) into my life without my husband. I'm doing okay, and I'm not sure how to feel about that. There is a certain amount of guilt that goes into moving on. I never want to forget how much we loved each other, and yet the passage of time is forcing me to heal and live without him. I suspect this is a normal part of the grieving process. Sometimes I am fine and don't think too much about it. Other times, it's as raw as July 18, 2009. But those times are getting fewer and farther between. I guess this is a good thing. I know he would want me to be happy, and I just have to get over the guilt that I might actually be able to live without him.
I have been a widow since July 18, 2009, and that seems to take up a lot of my life right now. I am determined to go through every step of the grieving process - I don't ever want to have to go back and start over. I am a mother of five, grandmother of two and have worked all of my working career as a litigation assistant. I love to read and sew, and spent many years working in musical theater which is a passion my husband and I shared.