So...here I am...more than a year later. Have I healed? Yes. Are there scars? Yes, again. Regrets? Not a single one. Given the choice I would live every moment again. The good times, the wounds, the joy, all of it was worth it. It has been (and I hope will continue to be) a life well-lived.
I still miss my Eric. But I have mostly healed and know that I hope to live as long as possible without him. He will always be part of me. What he brought to me is still here. And I am still grateful for it.
I am part of a very large family of bloggers. My son and daughter blog. My brilliant nephew Brian in England blogs. My grandmother kept a diary. I haven't read it, my brother refused to share it with me, saying that it was the most depressing thing he had ever read. (Not all blogs are readable, apparently).
Okay, perhaps I am not completely healed. Perhaps there will always be scars. And some are still a bit tender. Well, dammit, they were worth it. I would do it all again. And if the opportunity arises, I will go for it again. I will take the risk. If we scurry into our holes every time we are hurt, all we will experience is darkness. Surely, that is not what we were meant to do.
Life is too short to spend it in the darkness.
4 weeks ago