I'm Half of Myself Without Him
I met my husband Mick when I was 23, and he was 46 (and a few months older than my own parents to cap it all.)
We were married in 1996 and he was diagnosed with cancer in october 2006; he passed away in july 2007. Thankfully it didn't drag for ages.
He had a temper that would do my head in, but apart from that he was my soulmate. He used to tell me that I was half of his soul. When he went to God, he too took half of my soul and all of my heart with him.
Have you noticed how the big and small things of life are meaningless without your loved one? And there's years and years ahead of this complete meaninglessness.
The one thing that keeps me going is that God is there with me every step of the way and that I'll spend eternity with Mick.
Thank you for having read my story,