Today's a rough day
A year ago Tom, my light, went out of my life. I debated going to exercise class then said that I needed to do it. I made it through my first year of 'firsts'.
At the end, a couple of ladies asked if I was all right, I wasn't my usual self. I told them and we all hugged and they said they lost theirs 2.5 and 5 years ago. They also said it's nice talking to others who 'get it', and know how tough it is losing a spouse.
I'm still going to the classes 3x/week, and really feel part of the group.
Pat, my friend with the sexy Mustang (now put away for the winter) is taking me to dinner tonight. I'll do the same in January when it's her year. They aren't called Anniversaries, anniversaries are celebrations. This is nothing to celebrate.