3 years.

Three long years. I can't believe that we have survived three years without our rock. Some days it feels like it was just yesterday that he was kissing me good bye every morning or squeezing my hand twice in response to my three squeezes (I love you = three, me too = two). Some days it feels like a lifetime ago. My heart is surviving, albeit, with a gaping wound that some days still bleeds.

Ger, I love you with all that I am and always will.