Is it really getting better?

I don't think becoming a widow is something you get over. No, it doesn't get better with time, you just learn to adjust. Today my thoughts and prayers are with Tammy, Bryons daughter. Her husband died in a small plane crash on the 24th.
Bryon used Blistex on his lips, I hated it! Now every night I find myself using it.....why? Maybe I feel that it brings Bryon closer to me....I don't know. Am cleaning out the basement. I am thinking of putting in a bedroom and living room and renting it to exchange students. It was a walk down memory lane. Hopes, dreams and the occasional beer can. A couple of days ago a beautiful german shepard dog was found in a dumpster, it was severely hurt and despite the best efforts of the Critical Care Vets he died. He was an ex police dog that had to leave the program because he was too friendly. He was adopted and that person sold him. His story threw my world into a tailspin. His story coupled with the basement depressed me so badly. I miss having a shoulder to cry on. Lately that has been my modus operandi. Depressed. I still find it hard to acknowledge that Bryon is dead.
I miss you so much Pooter Bear.
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