It's been 3 months. 3 months of not having my main squeeze. I've gotten my health back. (Maybe not all of my mental health)
I realize that without my dear obsessive cycling husband, I will probably never ride long distances (100k's) again, but I will continue to ride and promote cycling.
The house rings with silence when I don't remember to turn on the radio. I am so lucky because my DH wrote and wrote, all over facebook, all over bike journal. His blog has over 100 posts. He left scraps of paper around the house with short poems on it, he left journals, unmailed letters to the editor. He left little time capsules in cigarboxes, where he had keepsakes, letters, photos, and then put the box away... so each one is from a different era. There's only a few of them, but you can see what he cherished during that particular time.
I am sad and lonely and I miss him, but I am enough out of the black grief to know how lucky we were. How much he gave me, my sons, our family, his friends, his community...
okay, back to your regular station...