Labour of Love

Simple white wooden cross.  Now situated on the roadside.  A traditional symbol chosen to mark what transpired there thirty weeks ago today.  Not required, but the two of us believing this was something we needed to do.  Together planning, creating, and erecting it.  A true labour of love.  Built to last.  The talk of such things only slightly easier to bear than the actual implementation.  Both left feeling exhausted and proud.  Yet another challenging task completed. 

One Month Today

It's been one month now.  Much of the time every cell in my body feels exhausted and depleted.  It's difficult to think clearly for long periods of time. The physical toll mourning takes on the body is deep.  Today I fleetingly thought about the days ahead without him here to hug or laugh with, and I felt as if my heart would stop beating, so I quickly shifted away from that.  Going down that road is not something I want to do right now, if ever.   I remind myself that it has to be "One Day at a Time", as it is with everything in life.  I cry when I need to and smile when I can.  I miss him something fierce.