It is almost 6 months since Len passed away, and it feels like yesterday, in many ways.
The first 4 months felt like hell for me. I cried every day, and looked at the door for Len to walk in. When I woke up I would look at his side of the bed, only to find it empty. If I had seen someone, or had news, I would come into the house ready to share it with him.
In the past 2 months, I now realize I am on my own, and I accept it. I know the reason why, as Len’s body physically gave out, and his mind was going too. The Lord took him, because he was in pain, and I was too. I couldn’t bear to see him like that. It wasn’t my Len.
I have good friends, the gym, the Eagles, my timeshare on the beach, and WordPress with all my friends here. I will live a blessed life, and can do this as I have accepted my lot.