It has now been almost 14 mos. I find that as much as I continue to mourn Tom I am now mourning me. The me that I was before he died. I was a more joyful, spontaneous, and a much happier person. I liked who I was. I was content and happy with life. Now I don't know who I am or how to be happy. I am angry that I have to figure out who I am alone. And wonder what life has ahead for me. How do I figure out who I am without him? I miss him more than life. Does anyone know what I mean?
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