Eight Years

Eight years–that is how long it has been since I lost my husband. It was eight years ago today. Sometimes it seems like a thousand years. Sometimes it seems like yesterday. About rearing children, I’ve heard it said that the days are long but the years are short. Losing a loved one is much the same. The days are long. They go by slowly–especially that first year. The first year I would pray all day for the night to come. I wanted it to come so that I could crawl into bed. The years, though, they’ve just flown by since that first day. I cannot believe that he’s been gone for eight years. That’s almost half of my son’s life. And his dad was not here for it.