The Stories of Our Lives (Part Two)

This is part two in an ongoing series.
Part One Here: As The Story Turns

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death …
Psalm 23: 4

The death of someone you love is devastating. It doesn’t matter if you know the disease is incurable, or how long they have fought against it. It makes no difference whether it is sudden. The loss shakes you to the core of your being.

The days following my husband’s passing from pancreatic cancer is and was, a blur. I remember bits of those days, but most of them remain locked away somewhere in the hollow fogginess of loss. It’s fear I remember most. Confusion and doubt were fear’s closest companions.