I am heading into a real rough stretch. On Saturday August 7th it will be 6 months since I lost my husband. I have been doing pretty well recently. However on August 10th, we would have been married 25 years. How we were looking forward to it. We wanted to do something special for our "Silver" wedding anniversary. Because Jim was diagnosed with his cancer last July we hadn't made any plans, however, when the new year started and the cancer was gone, we had begun to talk about it. But 5 weeks later he was gone.
I try to be positive, I did have 24 1/2 years with my sweet, wonderful, bullheaded, strong willed italian, who loved me like no other. Yet, I wanted more time with him. I just hate the thought of possibly having to spent the next 20 years alone without him, should I live that long. I don't understand what the purpose of my being here is anymore. I sit by myself, day after day. The kids check on me on occasion, but they have their lives, and that is as it should be. My faith is what has gotten this far, and I am sure it will continue too. I just have to stay strong and positive through this stretch. Until the holiday season, that will be hard to and then the 1 year anniversary of his death. Keep me in your prayers as I wil, you in mine. Hugs to all.