Or if I look at its conception, five months late.
But I really did not start blogging until last September.
When I realized I needed to journal.
When I realized I could not answer the many phone calls or emails about how I was doing.
I could not repeat that I felt like crap even one more time.
And I am ever so grateful for this blog.
It has helped heal me.
It has helped me meet fellow widows and widowers who support me always.
And it has helped my family and friends keep in touch with me.
My goal was to write every day.
I did not meet that goal.
Especially once I went back to school and especially in the last six weeks or so with traveling and school.
But I came pretty close.
And I am pretty proud of myself for not giving up on it.
For blogging on days even when I felt I had nothing to say.
Even though I always had more than just a few words to say.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for the comments.
Thank you for the emails.
Thank you for being there for me in all the ways strangers can be.
For this next year, I will try to keep blogging.
I will try to explain all the feelings that go along with this mysterious thing called grief.
I will try to explain all the feelings that go along with moving forward.
Because I believe nothing is better than first hand experience to help others.
And I do hope that in some small way I have helped others.
So here is to another year of this crazy ride.