And yet again I find that no matter how much time passes, no matter how my heart may change, I still love him after his being gone all these years.

The reminders are heart wrenching, and while I am grateful they are never as hard hitting as that first wave of grief, it is relieving to feel something again.

Please- do not take this the wrong way. I love my husband. I am blessed to be with him. But there will always be a part of my heart that will belong to Jeremy.

Perhaps this happens to everyone we love as life passes us by; we give them pieces of our hearts to do with what they will- and then when they are gone, they take those pieces with them.

The result? Never has my heart been whole since I was little, and never will it be whole again.

But what I have left, I can still devote.. and just because my heart may not have all the pieces it used to does not make me less capable of loving to the same degree.