The Husband died on June 11th.
I have cried, sobbed, wept, felt very sad and been grief stricken since that day.
Tonight, I bawled.
I bawled as I was cleaning out the refrigerator.
Sorting through the remnants of food brought to the house by friends and family,
I started making decisions about what to keep and what to throw away.
My thought was, "Oh, this has been here too long. It's no good. Time for it to go."
Suddenly, grief hit me like a ton of bricks.
The Husband has been gone 11 days and he is never coming back.
How can that be?
I ran across this picture of him today. It's one of my favorites.
It was taken on Johnson Mesa in the early 1990's.