I saw a version of this on Facebook but it didn't feel exactly right. It had a happy robin-egg blue background and not enough swearing. I like my version better. More black. More swearing.
Here's the thing... as I creep up on the three year mark of Steve's death, I realize more and more how much was burned away from me as I struggled to find the will to continue living. In other words, the amount of fucks I give about any given anything, has been drastically reduced. And the amount of fucks I gave before Steve died was fairly limited to start with.
And having survived that pain, there's not much more the world, or anyone in it, can do to make me blink.
But the people and experiences I love? I love them all with more depth and breadth than I ever imagined possible. Surviving widowhood has burned me down to a more concentrated self. I know who I am. I know what I love.
That's right. I'm a widow. And I know how to bury people.
