It is 4 years tomorrow morning since my husband died. My lovely daughter had died 20 years ago and we still feel the sadness of that for many reasons. The sorrow from losing my husband after 68 years of being together. We had our ups and downs as most marriages have but we survived all that, but I think that has taught me the real meaning of grief.

The not having him come through the door after his day at work. The longing to just feel his arms around me. The hug and kiss every morning. Many little things that really have no name, but I think the wondering could I have done better with lots of little things that causes my mind to go back over all sorts of minor events is always in my mind.

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