I’m here to tell you and your readers that today is my four year anniversary and I am indeed enjoying my life now. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my husband, but these days I look fifteen years younger than the day he died.
Taking care of him for 16 months took a toll on me. I miss the man I who was my husband before he got sick. During his illness his whole personality changed and except for small moments I felt as though I was taking care of a stranger. Our dynamic was gone.
This is something I never could have said out loud or even to myself for the first two years.
Tell your readers that on the anniversary of their spouse's death instead of being melancholy they should praise themselves for living well.
A Proud Widow,
Dear A Proud Widow, Shelly,
Thank you. I couldn't have said it better myself. Although, not for nothing, I would have been funnier.