Another year has started. It has been two years since I lost my husband of 42 years. I can't say it has gotten any better, I know he's not suffering anymore , he died peacefully I am grateful for that. I get mad at him sometimes then I cry but I know he's still with me I can feel him looking over my shoulder and watching over me. As one of his doctors told me after he passed; he'll always be with me in my heart. This is what gets me through each day.