Who's to Blame?
It’s March the 11th, 23 months since Jon’s passing. As the two year anniversary draws near, I have found myself tossed between a myriad of conflicting emotions. I have longed for the day when this grief would loosen its grip. I have wished I could fast forward to a time when the tears didn’t fall at the mere mention of his name. And at the same time, part of me would rather go back to those first days - a time when the sound of his voice still lingered in the air and the memory of his touch was as close as yesterday. Immediately following April 11, 2017, every moment of life was counted by the number of hours and the number of days it had been since I last held my love. Eventually, days turned to weeks, and then the weeks turn into months. Finally, it became a year, then a year and a half, etc. Up until the 2-year mark, it’s still acceptable to count time in terms of months, but after that, well……. I’m just not sure I’m ready to count the years. Counting th