Husband died 12/23/14. I'm functioning but still feels like yesterday.
One of the most difficult things is that I don't have a safe place/person to just vent to about my sadness.
It is unfair to go to my sons all the time, my best friend doesn't know how to listen (she tries to analyze and fix things and drone on about what I should do) and I'm afraid that other family members are getting tired of hearing the same old thing.
I am still seeing a grief counselor once a month but sometimes I need more.
admiring my reflection, when I posed this question to my wife of 30 years: “Will you still love me when I’m old, fat, and balding?” She answered, “I do.”
When i got to the bottom of the stairs, i took off my coat, shoes, shirt, pants and underwear. I crept upstairs very quietly.... It was only when i got to the top of the stairs, i realized i was on the bus!