By: Jill Pertler

On November 16, 2020, my life changed forever.

And since that day, each 16th of the month is an anniversary for me. It marks another month since my husband left this physical world. As such, each number 16 on the calendar comes as a reminder of the day, of my loss. Of his absence.

It’s one month longer that he’s been gone. One month longer of me missing him.

April marked 17 months.

It seems like such a long, long, very long time.

But, in months, it’s less than half of the time in years that we had together. Still, the 17 months feels infinitely longer in so may ways....