WidowIsland Fellow Travelers

I tried to post a comment but it said I could not. That only members of the blog could post. Here is the comment anyway, for you: "
I wish I was there to give you a hug. I understand so completely. I lost my Bill on March 6, 2006. It was a Saturday and he passed at 6:15 a.m. from lung cancer. We had two and a half months after his diagnoses ... but that passed like hours instead of months. I keep feeling like it is a all a big misunderstanding and he will come through the door at any moment. That it is some kind of stupid game we are playing ... but it is not. It is real and it hurts like nothing else has ever hurt before. The pain is real and it hits on so many different levels. It can come out of nowhere at the whiff of cologne, the memory of a song, a sunset. There are so many things that trigger it. Each day is like making my way through a field of land mines. I never know when something is going to trigger off a memory and the pain come crashing down on me. No one can understand unless they have walked this walk ... and it is a walk that I pray no one ever has to make ... for you feel so terribly, terribly alone."