An Observation
Tomorrow will be 8 years since my husband Darrell died--at least one of my LJ buds actually met him, and a lot of you have heard of him.
It's been an odd week--usually this time of year, I become at least somewhat melancholy/reflective/weepy, and this time, I don't get that sense. Not sure what to chalk it up to--God knows I still miss him, especially when I go to weddings or see people who're as happy and comfortable with each other as we were; I know I've come a long way, but this is a strange sensation, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
It's been an odd week--usually this time of year, I become at least somewhat melancholy/reflective/weepy, and this time, I don't get that sense. Not sure what to chalk it up to--God knows I still miss him, especially when I go to weddings or see people who're as happy and comfortable with each other as we were; I know I've come a long way, but this is a strange sensation, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.