Thursday, August 20, 2015
So. Here We Are Again
It's hard to believe it's been eight years since Jim died. He has now been gone for a year more than we were married.
It has got easier, over the years, but I am still filled with sadness. The rage has pretty much dissipated, but the guilt and sorrow remain.
I still find myself looking for ways I might have been responsible. I know...I know...but still...if I could have got the house back the way Addy had it...if I had realized how bad he was feeling...if I had known more about depression...etc, etc.
One thing is for sure--if I had known that the last time we made love would have been the last time ever, I'd have put a bit more effort into it.
So, a word of advice to all you couples out there...make love every time like it's the last time, because it just might be.