I lost my husband on August 25, 2016 after a 2 1/2 yr courageous, hard battle with kidney cancer. It was him and me against the beast called cancer and he fought so hard. He died in my arms knowing how much I love him. He was my best friend, my confidant, my soulmate, my heart, the very air I breathe, my missing puzzle piece...my forever love.... I have been blessed to have signs that he is still with me...the scent of his soap & cologne...the sound of things falling in another room, but nothing out of place...a song on the radio that comes when I most need it...I swear one day I felt his touch on my neck... I am still caught off guard by unexpected "triggers" but I am determined to follow his last wish for me that I "Go on, live & be happy" One day at a time, sometimes one minute at a time...
Wanda, I think sometimes that's all we can do. I'm so sorry to hear of your loss...we understand here how hard it can be. And while time doesn't heal all wounds I hope for you it has softened some of the sharp edges of the pain. Sounds like he gave you some wonderful advice, and I thank you for sharing that here. Please take care~