Not quite sure about that title
On the 8th of September last year the man I'd shared my life with for the past 23 years since I was 21 passed away suddenly and unexpectedly from a pulmonary embolism. He had had deteriorating health for the past 10 years but none of the things he'd suffered from actually killed him which makes me contemplate lots of questions (usually in the middle of the night).
So here I am 4.5 months later. On my own, putting one foot in front of the other trying to walk along this journey as one person not as a part of something. Its mighty lonely and very scary. Its not just grief for him but for me too, for that life I had, for the future I thought I was going to have.
But I am determined to meet it head on because there is no other choice really is there?

On the 8th of September last year the man I'd shared my life with for the past 23 years since I was 21 passed away suddenly and unexpectedly from a pulmonary embolism. He had had deteriorating health for the past 10 years but none of the things he'd suffered from actually killed him which makes me contemplate lots of questions (usually in the middle of the night).
So here I am 4.5 months later. On my own, putting one foot in front of the other trying to walk along this journey as one person not as a part of something. Its mighty lonely and very scary. Its not just grief for him but for me too, for that life I had, for the future I thought I was going to have.
But I am determined to meet it head on because there is no other choice really is there?