I don’t think my brain has quite come to terms with the fact that my wife is gone, and will never return. It’s like my brain is stuck. I will be walking up to the house and know that my wife won’t be there, but my brain interjects that she might be. Or that maybe… Continue reading Some Days are Better than Others
For so long I lived for her. I got up in the morning because I needed to generate an income, provide a house, bring home the bacon, and protect her from the things I needed to. And I wanted to do all these things for her. I was in the best time of my life,… Continue reading What Will I Live For Now?
My wife died a little over six months ago and I’m having troubles navigating my way through life without her. I don’t feel comfortable sharing most of what I feel with even my closest friends, so I created this site to help myself. Perhaps it will help others as well.