Today is one of those that puts life into perspective.  As I watched the celebrations for remembering the victims of 9/11 I can't help but think of all the people that lost so many loved ones, especially the women and men that lost their spouses.  It is such a deep loss when it happens, but to have that loss on such a tragic level had to be incredibly hard.  When Kevin died, all I could think about was that no one knew my pain, and no one had ever felt what I felt.  It took a couple weeks to come back to reality and realize that I was not alone.  It was also a comforting feeling to know that others have felt the loss of a love so deep they never thought they could live again.  And to know they were living and happy again was even more comforting.  I went to a support group for widows on Friday and it was an incredible experience.  The women were all older than me and had been married to their husbands for many more years, but they still understood and were very compassionate to my story.  I belong to a club that nobody wants to be apart of, but the members are so amazing and I know that we can get through this together.  I miss Kevin every second of the day.  Sometimes it hurts just as bad as day one, and sometimes it is just a small cut, but my heart is broken all the time. 

The picture above was from Ian's graduation.  I love this picture because it captures Kevin's smile and beautiful eyes when they were so alive and happy, as he always was.