Seven years ago on August 7th, my husband died.

Seven years ago on August 8th, I identified the body. Seven years ago on August 10th, I both turned 36 and planned his funeral.

Seven years ago on August 13th, I buried him.



Seven years seems like a long time but sometimes it feels more like seven seconds. I would have thought to have been completely healed by now but it is still a faded dream by a wrecked heart that can hardly recognize itself in a mirror. I wish for love but reject it out of some sense of honor and loyalty. when will it end? When will I find peace instead of loneliness?



Are there answers to my questions or just more questions?



Here's to better days for us all. Til then, my love to all.

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WillowDesdemona
03:02 Jan 18 2013

I am so sorry for your loss-I wish I had the answers you are looking for-I hope in time you will find them and maybe let us know

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Cadamia
04:38 Apr 15 2025

Time passes, wounds fade but the pain remains however hidden.

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