Two years have gone by. Where does the time go?
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Life goes on. I grieved for a year and a half. At times I thought I would die of a broken heart. But I feel I have come through the pain. My experience is that I can't 'get over' or 'get round' pain, I have to go through it in order to come out the other side with my sanity intact.
If life had turned out how George and I had planned, I'd be a farmer's wife in Ohio now. But things took a different twist, and that's brought new opportunities and new horizons for me. George wouldn't have wanted me to be unhappy or to live in sackcloth and ashes.
I think my trip to NYC in June was the turning point, when I sat next to a man at the meetup and felt that little
frisson that told me there's life in the old girl yet and that I might not have to be on vajayjaycation for the rest of my days.
Thank you, bunnies, for your friendship and kindness.