Jim died six months ago today. Some days it seems a long time and other days its just like yesterday. One thing is constant - how much I miss him.
Jim and I were married 56 and a half years.
It is difficult for me to turn over and step into a world without him.
I wake up some mornings calling out for him when I hear the dog downstairs.
Or, I expect him to be here when I walk back into the house after being out for a while.
We certainly lived out the wish to "grow old together."
But somehow I never really thought ahead to what it would be like when "death did us part."
I was a wife and now
I am a widow.
Learning how to live a new life in a world without Jim is hard.
Harder than I ever imagined it would be.
I just realized - those two pictures are the beginning and the end of our story - like covers opening and closing a book.
I still have those strappy sandals..in a box in the basement. Since that was a borrowed wedding dress they are the one tangible souvenir of that happy moment.