The first anniversary of my husband’s passing is coming up soon. I can hardly believe it has been a year. It’s been a hard year, but it has gone by fast.
These days I seem to have more time to think. Which can be both good and bad. The tears still flow pretty easily. All I have to do is think about him or remember something he said or start talking to him. Or about him.
The other day I received a bill for a subscription renewal to one of his magazines that I forgot to cancel. I called them and they were gracious and kind and they took care of it. And I cried. All I could think of was that he loved that magazine.
He was a wonderful husband and father. He was funny and kind and gentle and unselfish. No, he wasn’t perfect. But he was pretty darn close.
(At this point he would say, rather indignantly, “What do you mean I am not perfect?”)
Sigh.
I thank God everyday for my husband. I thank him for the love we shared, the life we shared, the children we share.
I still miss him. I still love him. I always will.
Forever and 2 days.
Catholic Prayer Life 
It doesn’t seem as if a year could have already passed, but I am glad you are persevering. It is a blessing that you have such wonderful memories, and stories to share. Keep moving forward and never feel bad because the tears continue to flow, often for no known reason.
Love & Blessings,
Pat
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Thank you Pat. I appreciate your kind words. They help.
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Thanks Coleen for a Beautiful Tribute to a Good Man. In my thoughts and prayers. BC
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Thank you, Barbara. Yes, he was a good man. I was blessed.
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