Alone for the first time in 41 years.
by Gary Brooks
My wife and I had been married for 41 ½ years when she died 42 days ago. I look at the pictures of us, and I still find it hard to believe she is gone. We fit well together like a hand and glove. Our strengths matched each other’s needs. I am a better person because of her. There are times when I feel her absence so acutely, my heart aches, and I want to cry copious tears, and my eyes tear up, but the tears do not fall. I cried often during the days leading up to her death, and the days succeeding. I have the support of family, and they grieve along with me. But she was my partner, and I feel as if a part of me is gone. I imagine life without her, and I feel such distress. I am adjusting to life alone, but it is so hard.