I've been looking at this blog, and felt I had to explain the lack of posts.
I had such aspirations when I started this blog on my birthday last year.
For a fiftieth year, the most monumental, heart-breaking thing happened.
My husband of 24 years was diagnosed with stage 3B lung cancer the beginning of August.
I was able to take time off of work to be his caregiver, as he wanted to die at home.
He passed December 9th. Just four months after the confirmed diagnosis.
It really isn't until someone isn't there that you truly realize how important they are in your life.
Day by day I am learning to walk alone.
One day soon I will hopefully be able to post a poem I'll write ... the tears are still too close to the surface I fear.
