Walk in My Shoes

From the day my husband died my days disappeared one into another with nothing familiar happening. I was oblivious to even the usual daily happenings—drinking coffee combing my hair carrying-on any kind of conversation did I put toothpaste on my brush where did I put my purse why should I eat? I’m not hungry—and the length of each day was forever. Would I ever put enough days together so I could be normal again? Did anyone else ever feel the way I did? I wanted to read about them. I didn’t find any personal stories. Little notes I had written on the calendar restored my journaling and the fist year was accomplished. The victory—I survived the first year!!!!