My husband is dead.

My. Husband. Is. Dead.

MY husband is dead.

My HUSBAND is dead.

My husband IS dead.

My husband is DEAD.

My husband is dead…

These words, no matter how I say them, no matter what word is emphasized, seem so unfathomable that I find myself incapable of  their comprehension. They seem to be on repeat today… maybe because no matter how I repeat them, it still doesn’t settle in. It’s been 6 months of repeating these cold, cruel words, and no matter how often I say them, my heart won’t accept them. Not yet at least. Maybe one day – but today it still feels like a false reality; a very harsh, unplanned, heart clenching, agonizing nightmare.

Jennifer Trapuzzano