1000 days have passed since the death of my life mate/soul mate.
1000 days. An incomprehensible number. At the beginning, I could not imagine living one more hour let alone one more day in such pain. 620 more words
Today I embark on my third year of grief since the death of my life mate/soul mate, and I am now in uncharted territory.
The first year of grief passes in a blur of angst, emotional shock, myriad physical reactions, painful surprises about the nature of loss and grief, and the almost impossible effort of going through the chores of living. 446 more words
I had a rough time around the publication of my new book, Grief: The Great Yearning, due partly to the fact that the story of me and my life mate/soul mate has been told and is now contained between the covers of a book, and partly to the realization once and for all that he is never coming back. 486 more words