How can it be two years?... It seems like yesterday. Yet, it also feels a lifetime ago since I held him, kissed him, hugged him and heard his voice.
I admit to being scared and anxious... But for him, I recently made the long trip (Alone!) to Canada, one of his "Happy Places"
On the anniversary of his passing I was joined by our two Canadian friends and together we remembered my husband Mark as I scattered a very small amount of his ashes in a rural setting of solitude surrounded by natural beauty....
An extremely emotional journey in more ways than one. But I felt some slither of peace knowing that I had fulfilled one of his wishes, which was for me to return to a place that held such happy memories for him of our last ever holiday together in 2019 just a few weeks prior to him getting sick.
Two years on, the grief is just as raw. .. Sometimes it feels harder to bear now than in the early days. Other people have long since stopped talking about him. As a consequence you find yourself bottling up your feelings and continue to grieve silently.
But I remember... every day, every hour. For him I make the effort to keep going and for him I will be strong and continue to honour his memory.
As time passes we all need to find our own way to manage our pain and grief. It's so hard to keep going... But our love for them and our memories can and will sustain us as we cope with the passage of time..
Mym x
