It was very foggy this morning as I made my way over to the cemetery to visit my husband’s grave. The traffic was heavy as well, so it was prudent just to travel along slowly and not take any silly risks. Thankfully, all the other drivers felt the same and the trip was made in safety.
It may be three years now since I was widowed, and I am finding the saying is true that “you never get over it – you just learn to live with it.” I am so thankful that I got to spend nearly fifty years knowing my wonderful man (we were married for forty-five of them).
Memories are such precious treasures,