Thinking of Alma this morning. Am grappling for a description. It is rather like loosing a digit on your hand. Say the index finger. It is throbbing and bleeding and hurts. With time passing, the wound site heals, it does not bleed any more or throb so much. Every time you go to do anything, you are strickingly aware that finger is gone. and you must sort out another way of doing things without the use, presence, and assistance of that finger. You will adapt. You will never not know that it is missing. It does not ever come back and you must adjust. Albeit, awkwardly, but you must still use your hand on a daily basis.
Just some musings from my mind, as we live on and try to cope , carrying memories daily and the belief that someday, somewhere we will be together again.......