My beautiful husband and I had many adventures. He died of COPD on May 22, 2011. This is the hardest journey I have had to do. He was a 3 war combat vet with CPTSD and we were enmeshed in each other. It has taken me these 8 years to move forward. After living in his culture for 32 years I not only lost him I lost the culture also. I still cry. But not as often. And the things that would cause me to cry are now special memories I hold precious. I've learned to love myself.

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