Today is the first anniversary of Stephen’s death. I wanted to write about my last moments with him but every time I sit down to write about it, I start crying. The images in my memory of my last day with him are too traumatic for me to write about at this time. I’ve been crying off and on over the past few days.
Grief support resources indicate that normal grief lessens over time. I have found no resources that address the lasting effects of being widowed for the second time. I feel just as sad about losing Stephen as I did last year at this time. And I now also think about Richard more often now after almost nine years after his death.
I’ll write my Last Moments post later when I am able to write without crying. I wonder if that time will ever come.