He's been gone 2 years...how can that be?
I've heard that the second year after the death of a loved one is even harder than the first year. I don't feel that way. It wasn't harder, but it definitely wasn't any easier. That first year was so raw. Everyday I would wake up and couldn't believe he was gone. It was like walking through an awful, bad dream. It hurt so badly and I didn't know how to navigate life when he wasn't in it anymore. Everything was heavy. Everything was painful. Everything was hard. Everyday was a new first without Kevin. I was determined to walk through it. To feel all of it. I knew that there was no easy way out of grief. I was also determined to show my kids that I was there for them. I was completely vulnerable in front of them. I didn't hide that I was devastated, or mad, or confused or that I felt overwhelmed. I was not shy in sharing any of that. I wanted them to know that all of the feelings they were having were valid. And I also knew that saying that I didn't kn...