My husband has been ill for many years now. It was a slow progressive illness which kept branching off into new and terrible complications.
He died last Wednesday, April 1st, Erev Seder in the Jewish Calendar.
I veer between calm and sadness, between acceptance and grief.
Or all at the same time, sadly calm, acceptingly grief struck. I cry a lot and then just as suddenly stop, like a tap that doesn't know whether it's off or on.
Just want the universe to know, what a magical man he was, and how sorry we all are to lose him. He was much loved.
His memory is a blessing for us.
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