Ten months, almost a year. Monday marked 43 weeks.
A lifetime ago. Literally.
And still John has not returned.
And still my heart waits.
This will never be OK.
I'm sure people must be tired of me and my grieving. But you know what? I don't care. I am going to be this way until the day I die and it's going to be all right. To those who think that people who have lost their soul mate "move on" I have a flash for you. It's not true. We cover it up. We look like we are OK. We pretend. We are able to stop crying in public [for the most part] but it's never OK. The heart-wrenching grief is always in our thoughts, our hearts, our souls. We will always miss our mate, our other half, our better half.
I have another flash. If you know someone is going through this grief, let them know it's OK to grieve and you grieve with them. Don't let them feel alone. Don't let them feel that they are the only ones who miss their love. Grief is awful. A kind word, a hug, a tear shared is appreciated more than you can ever know.