It has been 51 weeks since Robert died. Some days, it still feels very unreal, and other days, it is all too real and all too horrid. I am learning how to live with my grief, but it is hard work and also exhausting. The first two years are very early days, and I’ve yet to make it to a year. So much of what I wrote here last July is still true.

As time passes, it becomes even more evident that every grief is unique, there is no timeline, there will always be triggers and even when there are moments of joy and smiles, we are still grieving. Grief after a significant loss doesn’t go away, and it changes you. I do hope though that the part of the old me which woke every morning with a sense of joy and contentment returns one day. The new me would like that.