How can the feelings still be so acute, so raw.
Eight months doesn't feel any different from Day One - all that's changed is my ability to breath naturally instead of having to focus on not holding my breath.
The pain has not diminished at all.
I am sure that I will miss him with all my being until I draw my last breath.
Loving him comes more naturally to me than breathing.
I love him more than I love life.
And I don't want to stop feeling that love.
All that changes is my ability to function as a human being, to do chores around the house, to go to work, to make plans.
The pain remains the same.