May 28, 2013 - 9:44 am
It's been nearly 3 years since I lost my beloved husband. At the time everyone told me things would get better with time. Although hard to believe it does. The pain is always there, but the memories turn to the good times rather than the bad. I've started to make a new life and have even met someone new! But... This weekend I attended the confirmation of my niece. On the trip home, on the ferry I looked up at the couple sitting across from me and there he was, my husband's oncologist. He immediately recognized me, was kind and went out of his way to spend time talking to me and asking how I was doing. It hit me like a ton of bricks, I spent the rest of the drive home crying. Now all I can think about is those last days. I guess it will always be there, no mater how much time passes.