June 21st 2018
Two years. And now what. Am I supposed to just move on? Am I supposed to just be ok? Well, I’m not. Far from it. I try and try I won’t be ok. So, what do I do now? What do I do? That is the question I ask. I need to know because how else am I supposed to carry on without you? When I think I may be only halfway through my life, what an agonizing thought.
Was I any further ahead in the second year? It didn’t feel like it. I was still trying to get used to life without Emma. I was trying, but it wasn’t easy. It was still early days. Two years on, it was still so raw.