Mourning Wife -

You might find yourself talking to him. Out loud. In the car. In the shower. This is not crazy. This is a love that didn’t die just because his body did.

There is a tribe of women out there who wear these same invisible scars. They are waiting to hold your hand. You are still a wife. You are still a partner. You are just learning how to love a man who isn't physically here. That isn't weakness. That is the deepest strength I have ever seen.

It isn’t the quiet of a lazy Sunday morning or the hush of a sleeping child. It is a loud silence. The absence of his keys on the counter. The missing second toothbrush. The side of the bed that still smells like him but no longer dips under his weight.