We knew these days would arrive, yet I am unprepared emotionally to cope with them.
These are the “firsts” that accompany the passing of a loved one.
My bride, Kathy Anne, is gone. This weekend will be the first Mothers Day without her in, oh, 51 years.
She became a mother herself at a tender age when we welcomed the first of our two sons into this world. Our second son would arrive 18 months later and together the three of us celebrated their mother and my bride, usually with a nice dinner and, of course, lots of love and expressions of appreciation for her role as the pillar of our family.
This year will be different for my sons, my daughter-in-law and my granddaughter. I feel the need to speak out to readers of this blog, many of whom have followed my journey with understanding and compassion, which I appreciate more than I can express.
I am heartened by the knowledge that we will all take this journey together and that I am blessed with family members I love beyond all measure. We will be strong.