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He doesn’t judge my grief

When he was 23 my husband had his arm around his grandpa’s shoulder when he took his last breath. He too has experienced great sadness.

But, he has never judged my grief.  He has respected that my experience is unique to me.

He doesn’t expect me to feel or do anything different than what I need to feel or do.  He has never compared my experiences to his own.  I am not made to feel that I need to “move on.”  I have only been made to feel loved and understood.

He understands that I am changed

I remember asking my husband, “When will I feel like myself again?”  He said, “You are not the same person anymore.  You are forever changed.”

How profound and true that is.  Though I have begun to be able to laugh again and though the tears don’t come quite as often, he is right.  A part of me has forever been changed.

A part of me will forever be sad and will always feel this tremendous loss.  I am not the same Tammy that I was on January 4th.  Nor will I ever fully be.

Read on to learn what I discovered about my husband.

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