Letter #8
Dear Bill, 2 years. It has been 2 years since you were here with us. It feels like much longer than that. I feel like I have lived a thousand lives since I last saw you. I have died a thousand deaths. I hate that you are dead. We all miss you so much. But I am also very happy in my new life. I saw someone today who I haven't seen in several months, so I was updating her on things and she commented, "Isn't it so fucking crazy how all this has happened?" Yes. It is exactly that. Every day I am still in disbelief that this is my life. That this happened to you. Finding love after being widowed means that one lives in a state of constant duality, missing the person and the life that was, but also so thankful for what is. David and his kids have been such an incredible blessing to our lives, and I am so in love with him and I cannot believe that I am getting a second chance at all of this. At times I catch myself waiting for the other shoe to drop, which I know I sho...