It is five months.
I ride the ferry into my counseling session and think about how the two wordless times in my life- falling in love with you- and this time- have also been the most word-filled. I say I have no words, there are no words…and I write and I write.
There is not one second Dan that I don’t grieve for you.
I am proud of who you were, and proud that you chose me as your wife.
I will love you forever.
And just as I said on the day of your funeral,
I will see you again, my love.