Ramble on...
I'm almost 27 months out and I've finally been tackling the room where I've stored a lot of the detritus from my marriage (sailing and mountaineering equipment...clothes). Before I got in there, I was thinking that I'm doing 'pretty good' and that I've been on an even keel for a few months, but damn...I saw the old clothes that I used to see her in and it brought so many snap shot memories, it's been feeling like another 'mini-death'. I know it will pass (been in this rodeo over two years now), but the pain. Oh man, it hurts.
I feel ya sweetie. Being a widow/widower has been the worst thing that I've ever gone through. And then I feel bad saying that 'cause I'M THE ONE WHO'S STILL FUCKING ALIVE!!! Ugh.
We persevere.