…… when the pain doesn’t cripple you.
There will be a day when his death won’t be the first thing you think of in the morning …… or the last thing you think of at night.
There will be a day when that day of the month doesn’t register with your brain.
There will be a day when you can look at pictures of him and smile instead of cry.
There will be a day when you realize how far you’ve come …… and that you’re much stronger than you thought you were.
There will be a day when you don’t feel bad for laughing.
There will be a day when you don’t cry.
At all.
There will be a day when you stop wishing that you would die.
There will be a day when memories will warm your heart.
There will be a day when you know that you will survive.
And thrive.
It may take a while, but it will come.
There’s no time schedule that you can follow.
It’s different for everyone.
But the day will come.
Eventually.
It can’t be rushed.
It can’t be forced.
It comes on its own.
But it will come.
There will be a day …… when life will be worth living.
And you’ll be an example for someone else on this path.
Someone who’s behind you …… and sees you as hope.
Hope that they, too, will survive.
There will be a day.
My Second Plan A 
Wise words from a very wise woman! Thank you again for sharing your experience, wisdom, and good spirit with our community. I love you for it.
Yes. Slowly but surely…
So so true.
I just lost my husband in January. I hope that one day this is true for me.
Patty, I’m so very sorry. I wish there was something I could say to make it better, but we both know I can’t. It will get better … one day. You might want to read my first blog, starting at December 18, 2007. That’s the day my husband died. You might be able to relate to a lot of it. If you ever want to talk please let me know. I’m here.
All of this, all that you just wrote is so true. When you wrote for Widow’s Voice you were my first example of hope because you described the horrible darkness so accurately but you weren’t there in it anymore. I am not there anymore either. I sold our home, and I am okay. I didn’t plan this life but I can roll with it. I do now feel hope at the possibilities still out there for me…. The waves still knock me down, but I know them and know they will pass. It will be seven years this August. When I remember and feel how dark it was I am pretty amazed I am here. Thank you for continuing to write. I still sometimes need that example and I like to know how you are.