A year ago, I thought that my head would explode if I didn't write down or talk about what I was thinking and how I felt. Lately though, I've felt almost the opposite-that other people's heads will explode if I say what's on my mind. And since yesterday was the second anniversary of the day I first thought to myself, "Wow, I'm a widow now..." I tried to think of where I was then, where I am now, and what I've taken from this experience. Here's what I've come up with so far:
