Here is a post from the Better Not Bitter Widower Facebook page. Some of the comments are incredibly inspiring.
Finish this sentence based on your own personal experience with someone you’ve loved and lost.
Love is not wanting to leave the hospice room after your wife passed away but having no choice because it was time to go now. Love is telling her over and over again that you had to leave, but not being able to actually walk away because you had never left her before. Love is feeling that intense pain inside your heart and inside your soul as you spoke those words to her. Love is saying I’m sorry over and over again as you start to get ready to walk out of the room. Love is picking up the pieces of your shattered heart and living in her honor and in her memory every single day. And lastly, Love is being able to look back at that time now and feeling proud and grateful that you were the one who got to be there for her during the horrific cancer battle and everything that came out of it.
Yea, that’s Love.