253 days….

As far as I’ve come in these horrible 8 months, I am still gutted at least once every day by the mere fact that you are gone *forever*.

You won’t be coming home and that thought is unbearable.

Life goes on for everyone else and it must go on for the kids, but for me, my life ended on 1/3/2010.

Even if I live to be 100 my spirit will have died at 40 with 60 years experience of going through the motions of life.

I can never be the same person that I was, for she too is gone forever.

I will always carry a heavy heart.

I will be forever scarred.

and that’s just the way it is.

I miss you.

I love you.