I have a peace in my heart, which I haven't had before. I suppose it is an acceptance over my husband's death. I can't call him back, so I've accepted God's way for me and my family, to continue without him.
Paul has moved to a place deep within me, a safe place that no-one can take. Instead of the raw pain of loss I think of him with an overwhelming love. I still ache for him, for a life lived doesn't go in an instant. And I don't want that ache to go. It's a reminder of the sweetness of our time together. Joy in the pain; it's so easy to write about but not always easy to deal with.
"Time heals", that old cliche is always resurected by people who don't understand. Time doesn't heal, but with acceptance comes peace.
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