Yesterday was the one year anniversary of when my adopted mom died from the disease of cancer. I have missed her every second of every minute for 365 days. I know that in time the pain will lessen, but so far a years time hasn’t done it.
I woke up this morning also missing my husband. I have been missing him for a long while, but the way I pine for him is different. He is my best friend, my partner, my protector. The person I have spent the past 20 years with, but who he really is has been gone for what seems like years, also claimed by a disease.