I'm Doing OK

It has been two years since my precious husband took his last breath, and it really doesn't ever seem like two years has passed.  It always feels like it was just yesterday.  The excruciating pain is gone, as well as the panic, sheer fear and terrible anxiety.  Those have been replaced with bursting love, peace, contentment and satisfaction.My husband gave me a necklace the last Christmas he was alive, after he was freshly diagnosed with cancer.  The inscription on the back said "I will always be at your side".  See, my husband was always true to his word and never bought anything that didn't contain words that he didn't mean or that he wouldn't hold up to.So, now, two years later, I can truly say in seriousness that he is still here, at my side, 7 days a week, 24 hours a day.  I'm not alone and I'm definitely not lonely.My vow was to remain his wife and carry his last name until the day I die.  It is a vow I intend to uphold, for I would not have it any other way.As I have learned so far, grief is a life long process.  You don't get past it, and you don't get over it.  You learn how to adapt and live with it.