One Year Later

It has been 12 months and I still hurt as much today as I did then.

Grief is the price you pay for love.

I still cry everyday.

I like to believe that I can cry as loud as I need to in the shower because the sound of the water drowns out my tears.

The same goes for when I blow dry my hair.

Of course, this is not true because I am sure the whole neighborhood can hear me.

Another hard time for me is when I am driving alone in my car.

Sometimes I just burst into tears.

I'm not sure why it happens so often in the car, maybe because I am alone and I have time to think or maybe because I will see, hear or smell something that reminds me of him.

I've learned to not listen to people when they tell me it's time to stop crying or that it is time to move on or time to get "over it."

I'll never stop crying for the loss of what I had, but I may begin to cry less often.

I may never be able to completely move on; part of me has died.