One month

by Teresa
(Lufkin,Tex)

Today is one month since my love left this earth. And today I received in the mail a package, some of the cards and letters I've sent him over the years. His son found them in his things and mailed them to me. I love him so. I've loved him over half of my life. I am 50 years old, turned 50 the day he died. I've loved him for 28 years. I lost my love and my best friend and my confidant my advisor that day. I lost the sun, moon and stars. He was the light of my life.

Time makes it better? How? Time is just that much more time I have had to survive without him. I'm so scared, so angry, so sad, so lonely. I guess I put too much on the relationship. I guess maybe I depended on his love and support too much. Now, I'm not sure where to go or how to get there without him.