We had such a short time together....
We had both been in previous relationships with alcoholics, we met and immediately fell in love and married within two short years. He went out to work and never came home, he died of a heart attack in his car, the paramedics found him slumped over his steering wheel pulled over at the side of the road. We had been husband and wife for only 75 days.
We were so blissfully happy, happy to have found each other, to have found love with total trust, supported each other and loved totally. How can this have been taken from us, how can life be so cruel? I had waited 43 years to get married, carefully chosen the man of my dreams, not prepared to accept second best. I had faced life alone willingly rather than be with the wrong person. Having found the right person, my perfect fit, we were planning our whole future together.
My life now continues with this empty space where there was happiness. It feels like my life has been stolen. I have my Mum and brothers and a niece and nephew. I see a lot of his stepdaughter, the only real physical connection with him now. His brother and sister are barely in contact, our relationship was relatively short and no real bond was made with them. They were of little support during the first unbearable days and weeks; in fact they were a pain in the ass!
I am trying to live for the both of us now; I do believe that our souls live on and that he is with me, and one day we will be reunited. This does not make the grief any easier, in a way it makes moving on impossible, I feel that he is with me and always will be, so how can I move on?