Where I am with Things

I'm getting married in the summer. I proposed to my fiance a little more than four years after Wendy died. This duration seems at times hitter an longer than four years.

It's hard to believe that Wendy has been gone for four years. There's still a part of her that's with me, in my thoughts, at all times. The only thing about the experience that has faded bit is the pain, and that is still there to some degree.

It's also hard to believe that I've healed as quickly as I did, even though that is precisely what I set out to do from the very start. My grief, complicated by the bookending deaths of my parents, was so excruciating at times that I thought the only way to survive it was to get out as quickly as possible.

So, my wound has become a scar.