Time loops.

12 full weeks have passed. That amazes me, I can't imagine how 12 weeks have passed by already. Sometimes it doesn't even feel like 12 hours could have passed.

I don't feel any different. Some days are good. More often I think I feel worse than ever.

You occasionally hear people talk about someone who was widowed, who died soon after their spouse. People say they died of a broken heart. I thought I would. I was sure I would. 

But it didn't happen. I'm still here.

And I go on.