8 months today. 8 months since the last “I love you”. 8 months since I’ve seen his face. I hiked until muscles failure to distract me from the pain in my heart. It didn’t work but I’m tired. Maybe I will sleep.
I lost my husband to suicide in November 2018. I use writing, travel, photography and painting to help me navigate this grief journey. This is a place for me to share my journey with others who are interested in seeing it.
