I’ve just lost my Beloved of 37 years. I was 36 when I met David, and so he has been in my life longer than I’ve been on my own. It’s strange to find that I don’t have to consider anyone else for meals, going out, what to watch, or not to watch.
Anyone who has loved and lost is lucky because they have Loved and some people never find that. But that fact does not comfort at the beginning.
So strange, learning to be an individual again.