Some days anger is my constant companion. Other days grief settled over me like a heavy blanket. I mourned for the husband I thought I knew. I mourned the family gatherings that would never be the same. I mourned the closeness my children once shared with their cousins.
Most of all, I mourned the future I had imagined.
The growing old together.
The family holidays.
The grandchildren gathered around a table someday.
The life I believed was waiting ahead.
