I have accepted my husband's death.

What else can one do?
This doesn't mean that I am not still grieving, but it does bring a little peace to accept the reality.

I dread the graveside service coming up soon.
He was cremated, and we are burying the ashes on the 27th.
I bought a box for the ashes, because it felt disrespectful to keep him in a cardboard box.
He never asked for much, and I thought he deserved the dignity of something nicer.
He was a veteran, so a soldier will come and fold the flag, and they'll play taps
It will be a hard day.

But I am ready to start tackling what I need to tackle, to try, to live.
I wanted to die at first and be reunited with him, but that can wait.
For now, one day at a time is how I live.