How Much Longer?

How much longer will the first image of Mark that pops in to my brain be the one of him at the end?

How much longer will Autumn be bittersweet?

How much longer will I need my second husband to hold me while I cry for my first husband?

How much longer will I wonder if I made the right choices?

How much longer?

Comments

  1. says

    My sister’s fiancee passed away 12 years ago in December. He asked her to marry him at Thanksgiving. This time of year is always bittersweet for me. I’m sure it’s harder for her, like it is for you. It’s gotten better, but it still sneaks up me. After all this time, it still results in one night of crying every 3 or 4 months, and he wasn’t even officially my brother yet. I don’t know how women like you and my sister do it, but I admire the hope that keeps you moving forward and the strength that carries you.

    • Sherry says

      Holly ~ Thanks for your comment. Your almost-official-brother must have been a great guy. And I’ve got the same admiration of you, my friend.

  2. Kristina says

    Sherry,

    It was 16 years ago yesterday we buried my brother, and fall is still bittersweet. I can’t begin to tell you how much I admire your strength and perseverance with all that you have been through. Just keep on keeping on, and one day the first image of Mark that pops into your mind will be a happy one.

    Love ya girl, as does your second husband, your children and the rest of those that matter!

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