I feel that each of us who lost a spouse are like a broken glass. Broken in different ways, pieces, shapes. Once intact and smooth, as we each would wish it would be again, the pieces fit slightly differently; maybe some are so shattered that they leave empty spots.
We search for adhesives, glues, tapes for what we think will do this mending. Some pieces get mended, some keep falling apart.
But on even the worst days, my hope is that more pieces are staying together as time passes, and they become the magic glue, the foundation, for the rest of the pieces to come together as the whole we are.
This, I dedicate to my friends at the TCR, and all who know this well.