Last year it was late ... mid-January. I remember this, because I remember looking up from my son to see it swirling outside of our window, a few weeks after my husband died, and thinking about how my husband never saw snow. How he had been waiting for that. And how he didn't make it.
I forgot his birthday this year. I can not know in advance if the anniversary of his death with pass unnoticed or not. But I remembered this.
Grief is a funny thing sometimes.
I forgot his birthday this year. I can not know in advance if the anniversary of his death with pass unnoticed or not. But I remembered this.
Grief is a funny thing sometimes.









I'm so sorry for the loss of your husband.

