My partner died on the first day of Spring this year. I look now to a future without his physical presence, hard as that is to accept. Today I found the courage to view photos. It began as an attempt to feel him near me, but through the tears came smiles as I remembered the times those pictures represent. I could not finish the project; it will have to wait a little while longer.
It was sunny on the first day of Spring. He chose a good day to die.
This was our last Thanksgiving together. I give thanks now for having had this wonderful man in my life for thirty years.