Aug 16, 2014 - 2:11 pm
As I sit here alone after all the family has left after my husbands funeral. I realize that I am alone I keep expecting my husband to walk through the door. I was positive I was ready for this, but it is way harder than I ever thought. I no longer have a shoulder to cry on or someone to take my shoes off and rub my feet after a long day at work, or someons to make me a cup of tea while watching our favorite tv shows. I'm just going to plain miss him. But I keep remembering what my brother in law said in his eulogy - cancer may have killed him, but cancer did NOT beat him.