Sunday, December 27, 2015...the day my life changed forever. Debra, my wife of 32 years passed away at 7:06 am that morning in the Intensive Care Unit at Castle Medical Center. She was surrounded by two of her three older sisters with their husbands (one sister was visiting her son and his family in California), her younger sister with her husband, and me. Debra was 56 years old and she died by suicide.
In the time between that day and now I've been going through what is known as "The Grief Journey" and it's been the hardest thing I've ever had to endure. And this journey isn't over for me yet...and from what I understand I will probably be on it for the rest of my life. So as part of the healing process I've decided to write about what I went through during the first few months and what I'm currently going through now here on this blog (which used to be about photography but will now be used as a grief journal of sorts). The name of the blog will remain the same since it's basically how I feel most of the time.
The plan is to write to this blog on a regular basis as much as possible, but since these events happened to me a year a half ago it will take time to get my thoughts, emotions and feelings all sorted out before I can put them into words. And I have to decide just how much I want to reveal and how much I should keep to myself.
For the next blog post I think I will write a brief summary of what happened during the weekend of December 26 and 27, 2015 and follow it up with what I've been experiencing since that fateful weekend.
