It has now been 2 years and 1 month since I lost my Tom. It has been a time of adjustment, transition, inner searching, and learning. I have survived and I am stronger for the ordeal.
But now it is time to move on. I am not letting go, I am moving on. I will never forget the 45 years I had with Tom but now it is time for the second half of my life to begin.
I have met a man with whom I am cautiously exploring the future. He does not in any way remind me of my Tom. He is a unique individual, with his own attributes, faults, and talents. I look forward to getting to know him.
I wanted to let everyone know it is possible to be happy again.