I hope you’ll keep coming back to us and talk to us the way you are doing now. It will get easier for you, but we know that you won’t ever forget Debbie.
My husband died from cancer twenty-two years ago. I still remember what he looks like. I remember his voice. I remember the way he walked. I can hear the way he whistled a tune. And I remember the way he said his pet nick-name for me, but I won’t say what it was, only that it was Hungarian. Believe us when we tell you, it will get easier as long as you let it happen.
From my heart,