The years since she’s been gone are ticking by. The first year, I was barely alive, and I wondered how I’d survive. The second year, signs of life began to bud, like the early signs of spring, encouraging me that I could live again. As the third anniversary of her heaven-going approaches, I discover life has stabilized more than I ever expected.
Life is different now. I’m different. Life is not as I would have chosen it to be. Many chapters in my life have ended and new chapters have opened, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, I find much that is good.