One man’s personal journey of grieving the loss of his wife written over a period of three years
January 11, 2002
Oh, Booby, Booby, Booby. This explains it all. I want you back so much yet fully understand this is a fantasy. It must be my way of handling (or trying to) my pain, thinking of the good times, wanting the good times, knowing that now they have to come from what I make. Round and round we go; it’s an intriguing web we weave ourselves. The web breaks, so we have to spin a new one. This I will continue to do until I make a web so strong that I will feel safe, feel confident with myself.
March 2, 2002
Still feeling as though I’m just floating like a feather in the wind. L...