Next Wednesday, the 14th will be 1 year since my Dear Glenn died. I can't believe it has been 1 year, seems like yesterday that I saw him die in the hospital; and yet it seems like forever since I touched him and heard his laugh. This has been the worst year of my life, and some days I can't imagine living even one more day without him. But as I look back I see that I cry less often now, but I live with this cloud of sadness hovering over my head. I still haven't been able to get back into going to church regularly, I was so disappointed that the church family did not support me at all, so I have tried a few different churches, but just can't find one that feels right. Most of the time I just figure I would rather stay home than go and cry thru the service. My few friends and family members that stuck by me have stopped "sticking" by me; guess I should be over it by now in their minds. Some have even told me that it's "OK" for me to find someone else. I didn't realize I needed their permission. I feel like I should at least get rid of his clothes; but I can't do that either. I did throw out his toothbrush last week; that might be it for awhile. Does anyone have words of wisdom for me? Will the cloud of sadness every go away and let the sun shine? Sally
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