One year of caring for my dying husband. One year of healing and living without him. How am I different from June 6th 2012? I'm not sure I even remember.
I am...a different person, but isn't everyone? I'm stronger I know, yet often feel weaker on my strength alone.
What happens now? Do I stop crying and talking about it? Does that year just fade into the sunset?
Do I blog about what it was really like? The parts that don't shed such a good light on Steven, or me for that matter? Was it normal to love like I did and hurt like I do? Maybe the next year will be the year of questions and answers.