Year Two in the Widow-hood

Year two in the Widow-hood is different. The shock and fog of year one has given way to the reality of my future. The absence of  US - the intimacy; the kisses; the love. The loneliness only those who have lost their partner can understand.

I will never forget that first kiss. Read about it HERE

I miss him.I feel the quiet more keenly now. Less afraid of my future than resigned to it. What now? I am in complete control of what lies ahead. I just have to figure out how to face it - without my Kahuna.

I am writing again. I quietly added a few new posts that capture random thoughts. I’m also writing our story. It’s a work in progress, with no deadline. It’s personal. I haven’t decided if I’ll share it. But I need to write. Why? In year two, I’m afraid I’m going to forget him. Forget our 50 years of friendship and 47 year love affair as George and Paula. So I’m writing everything I recall. The good and bad. Happy and sad. In the years to come, I want to have a place to turn and remember our time together.

So this must be life - in the widow-hood...

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