After 10 1/2 months, I still sit and wonder sometimes. Is he really gone? Did he really die?

I go over, in my mind, every second of that morning, but still I question it. Did it really happen?

I search through my file cabinet until I find it. The death certificate that says Steven Paul Hunter died on 6/6/17.

Only then do I breath a sigh and say to myself, yes, yes, it is true.

You never “get over” the grief from a loss, you just dig deep down inside yourself and “get on” with it. It’s a good pain to have been so loved and knowing that is the energy that propels my new journey into just being here.

I miss you Steve Hunter, but oh so thankful and grateful that you were/are in my life.

Moving forward, never straight.

DeeDee