time

Time does not make this process easier. One would think that as time goes by it would get a little easier, sting a little less. Not the case friends. I have come to find that time, is an enemy of mine. Days pass by as if I am trying to run under water, more than that, some kind of viscous jelly-like goo. This is not to say that I am doing bad, because I am not, I just really miss my husband and I would do or give anything to bring him home.