It's been eight months since Vicki lost her husband and she is struggling to learn to live alone. She is lonely and some days it's hard for her to even get out of bed. She and the boys spent the time between Christmas and New Years with us and we had a good time but just the day-to-day living is what is the hardest for her.
I talk to her daily but I have no magic words to make it better. I tell her that it will get easier, if not better, and I hope that's the truth. I've not lied to her before and I don't want to start now.