Moving on...

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.