04/06/2025
It’s hard to believe that a year has passed since I lost you, Mike. Thinking back to that day fills me with such deep sadness and a sense of emptiness. My world has shifted in ways I never imagined, and I often find myself longing for the life we shared and the person I was when we were together. Letting go of the dreams and plans we made has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced.
You were more than my partner; you were my confidant, my rock, my person. The void left by your absence is something I feel every single day. Yet, amid the grief, I’ve discovered a resilience I didn’t know I had. I’ve tackled challenges that seemed insurmountable, and while there’s a sense of pride in that, there’s also a lingering ache because I had always envisioned us facing life’s hurdles side by side.
Nights are still the hardest. I often wake up reaching for you, only to be met with the cold reality that you’re not there. The weight of that realization can be overwhelming, making me feel like I’m in a constant battle between moving forward and holding on to the past. But I remind myself that it’s okay to seek help, to lean on others, and to take each day as it comes.
While the pain of missing you hasn’t diminished, I’m learning to navigate this new path, step by step. Healing isn’t linear, and some days are tougher than others. But with each passing day, I find small moments of peace and glimpses of hope. I carry you with me always, and your love continues to guide me as I journey towards healing.