The last thing I ever thought I would be writing in my blog is "my husband's ashes are in the back seat of my car." Yet, here I am, writing those very words.
On February 5, my husband of 30 years went out to snow blow the driveway and never came back. As I sat in the ambulance, while the paramedics went through the motions of CPR, I never thought this would happen to me. He had a few minor health issues, including a mild heart condition, but that's why we got the snow blower - so he wouldn't have to shovel. The last thing I expected that day, when I couldn't see him out front, was to find him lying dead in the snow. It still hasn't totally sunk in that the door isn't going to open and he's not going to be on the other side.
So, what does one do when one loses one's partner and best friend? How does one fill the gaping hole left in one's life? All those beautiful dreams of growing old together go up in smoke. All the plans to retire and go picking for junk or taking photos were for naught. So it's time for a new life with new dreams and new plans. Because no matter how much you want it to stop, the world goes on and you must go with it. I'll let you know how it goes.
In loving memory of Michael L. Haley
1947 - 2014
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