One month ago today I said goodbye. It’s still a struggle coming home to emptiness every day, and I still feel guilty, like I should have done something else. But I’m trying, and my husband and friends have been very kind and sweet.
I’ve been picking this up a lot, when I think of him and it hurts. Something about putting a visual to his life helps me feel a little better. I’ve finished the first 16 tiny blocks and need to cut more fabric before I can proceed.