I know that I've wanted to continue on with this blog on a more regular basis and I am hoping to get to the point where I blog daily but right now, I just can't seem to find the words to do it. A little over two weeks ago, the love of my life died. It still doesn't feel real. I keep thinking that he will just walk through that door, that he's just outside or at work. I guess since he worked away from home for so long, it just feels like it does every week day. I thought the weekends would be hard, because that's when I expected him home, but it still is just not in my grasp that he is actually gone. Just a month ago, we were all together, celebrating his birthday. A few days later, I took him to the doctor, thinking he had pneumonia from the flu that he had caught and was told, no his lungs are clear. Three days later, he was on life support, his lungs filled with pneumonia, and airlifted by helicopter to Wenatchee. 12 days later he was gone. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt he is with his savior right now. I know my husband's faith. I am just numb. The thought of spending the rest of my life without him is inconceivable. I don't know how that looks. I know he wants me to be strong and go forward and I will, but right now it's just kind of hard.
