I Am Married

This is my first post.

"I am married." I still tell people that. They either notice the ring, or the topic is brought up in conversation. If I care to stretch the discussion out any further, I'll tell them the truth. My wife died in August of this year. Some people refuse to admit that she lost to cancer. Truthfully, we all lose. It's cancer for some of us, something entirely different for others. That's my view on life, as pessimistic as it may be. It's now December, and the pain hasn't declined. I'm lonely, and I have no desire to be around others. I believed for a period of time that I'd see her again one day. Well, I wanted to believe it. Unfortunately, we can't will ourselves to believe anything. At my age, I know I have many years left. That saddens me. It feels like a prison sentence. We were married for ten years. My wife, my one and only true love, died while holding my hand. I won't share the details of her condition or the effects it had on her. I will say, however, it's something that will never stop haunting me.