When you are missing your sweetheart on a romantic day
I’ve been though this a couple of times now, since I lost Bruce in the summer of 2020, and I still feel a nudge from the beast we call grief when I face yet another holiday without him. I have saved the Valentine’s Day cards he gave me and treasure them. Valentine’s Day is the most romantic of holidays and I recall coping with being alone on this many years ago, after a divorce. I felt resentment watching couples enjoying the romantic rituals to celebrate their love. It is a similar feeling now in my widowhood. Not resentful anymore, just wistful. I often take my black lab for a walk so that we can both get some fresh air and exercise, but with winters in Maine, it is hard to find a place to walk that is not slippery with ice and snow. Trails can be hazardous unless there is sufficient snow to use snowshoes. I found the perfect solution, walking from the main road up a well-groomed sidewalk in our local senior living complex. Ind...