I have been writing thank you notes to the wonderful people that have reached out to my family these past months. It has been hard. I didn’t think it was going to be so hard. In fact, I can’t get over how hard it is and how much I cry. I cry remembering good times with good friends. I cry at the thought that someone else is grieving the loss of my husband. I cry at the thoughtfulness of strangers writing to me and acknowledging his sacrifice. I cry at the kindness of others when they share a special memory or story about my husband. It has been hard yet it is good to feel so much and to remember. Writing these notes allows me personal and intimate time with my thoughts and feelings. It is a sad and heartbreaking journey that is so tender and private. One that makes me feel so loved yet so alone.
