I am still grieving over your loss, Katie.
I lost the love of my life when I was 38. Being a widow at any age is heartbreaking, terrifying, lost, and just gut-wrentching beyond words.
I delivered a sort of letter at my love's funeral.
Here it is as I spoke it:
My dear Terry, (substitute Buck if you will)
I stand beside you now as I did when we were joined as husband and wife. The years you gave were the happiest years of my life.
You gave me love, you gave me strength, you gave me support and the things only you could give.
I promise you I will carry on your memory and try to be the person you thought I am. I promise I will carry on from where you left off, and I will carry the love we shared forever.
You are the oasis in the desert, you are my strength, and from this moment on, I will carry on, for us both
Thank you for being in my life, and thank you for choosing me to be in your life. Thank you for being you, and thank you for loving me.
At that point, I did break down and said,
Thank you Terry. I love you and I always will.
I am so very, very sorry, Katie. I am terribly sorry for your loss. If there is ever anything I can do for you, PM me, please.
God bless you, honey. We all love and care for you.
Joyce