I Promised

Soon after MH died, my sister asked if I had ever lived alone before.  I reminded her that I had lived alone (in between marriages) for about 5 years.  I am fine with my own company.  I'm not lonely insofar as being alone.  But I do miss MH.  The weird thing is, I do not miss the person that the meningioma and its complications created.  I miss the person he was before all that happened.  We were married for almost 34 years.  All but the last 5 were really good years.  The last five years were varying degrees (days/hours) of difficult (that's probably not a strong enough word).  The last 2 months were a nightmare.  Thinking of how much he suffered during that time shatters my heart.  And that is something I will never recover from.  Never.

In sickness and health

I kept my promise.