I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope to capture the memories of this journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor. The faith. The hope.
I have heard people comment before about the sad eyes of those who have endured a loss. I think I can see sadness in my eyes... but then I believe that sadness turned to tiredness. What do you think? Below are three pictures of my eyes. One is from before my husband was sick. One is from the day of his funeral. And the other is from this winter.
Can you guess which is which? Can you see sadness in my eyes?