Four summers and counting. Four summers since he has been gone and I still have the most difficult time. This summer probably is hard because my children are busy and there is no usual vacation to plan. I feel so alone this year-but maybe this is true every year-just forget how hard it is.
How will I continue and how can I move past this? No strategy yet. I understand that it is all up to me-but somehow I cannot summon the energy to deal productively with my enormous sense of loss. I have trouble envisioning a full life around the corner.
So little joy these days.